Chapter 147

SIENNA

The morning after the invitations went out, I found myself perched at the breakfast bar, staring at Gideon across the kitchen island while he stirred eggs in a skillet like a man preparing for battle.

I loved watching him cook. It was such a contradiction to the man the world knew. Gideon Mercer: ruthless, calculating, untouchable. Yet here he was in bare feet and a black t-shirt clinging