|Katherine|
The door to our private suite clicked shut with a soft thud, sealing us away from the rest of the plane. Javier slid into the seat across from me, moving with that quiet confidence he always carried, the kind that made the air around him feel different—charged somehow.
I found myself watching him longer than I should have, my gaze tracing the way his suit jacket settled over his shoulders.
“Are you… sure about this?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, my voice cautious, almost reluctant.
Because the truth was—I felt a sting of guilt about coming along on his business trip to Tuscany.
Javier glanced up, one dark brow drawing in as if I’d just asked whether the sky was really blue. “Why wouldn’t I be?” His hand closed around the champagne flute resting on the t
