Gerrard’s POV
I glance across the cabin of my private jet to where the woman who has plagued my dreams for four years is sitting.
She’s here, she’s actually here, Zoe Santiago, or as I now know her, Zara Diaz, is within touching distance of me, though there might as well still be a thousand miles between us with the way she’s acting like I don’t exist.
She is as beautiful as I remember, sometimes over the last four years, I have wondered if maybe I had exaggerated her beauty in my own mind, even when I saw her at the party, I thought afterward, that maybe I had just seen what I wanted to see, but now she’s here before me, I’m reminded of how wrong I am, because somehow, she’s even more beautiful than the last time I saw her.
Though Zara in an elegant dress, drives me crazy, I always pr
