Carried Away

Vivienne’s POV

I narrowed my eyes as Igor pulled into a wide, gated space tucked between two converted warehouses. The space buzzed with movement; people hauling lighting equipment, adjusting backdrops, someone shouting for a makeup artist.

“A photo shoot?” I asked, glancing over at Ruslan who was seated in the back seat with me as I undid my seatbelt.

He smiled, that slow, too-casual smile that