Chapter 118

Sloane turned to face him as dusk settled outside. Beneath the mountain, thick foliage blocked what little moonlight filtered through, casting them in dim shadows.

Declan's profile stood sharp and handsome in the fading light. He tugged at his tie with one hand, casually sweeping back his dark hair, giving him a roguish, dangerous appeal.

To many women, he was the perfect package—handsome, wealth