Gianna hoped she didn't still have the look of a woman panting for sex as Noah led her out of the garden.
She used her free hand, since Noah was holding the other, to pat her dress of creases, smoothing the fabric down repeatedly even though Noah had already taken care of that earlier, under Mason's watchful eye.
The memory alone made her hold back a sigh, the kind that wanted to escape her chest without permission.
She wasn't naïve. She wasn't new to the love scene, or was it the lust scene, and so she knew that her boss wanted her, romantically.
Or maybe he was just trying to forget her, hard as that was, considering his cousin was dating her.
She hoped it was the latter. Truly hoped so. She wasn't up to being dragged between cousins in a family. She didn't want to be the reason for a family war.
Although she could sense the contention already, well, from the children.
