CHAPTER 59
SAINT
THIN LINES AND BROKEN TEETH
The moment I set my eyes on Luca and realised he was the one I had run into, I felt it before my brain fully registered it. There was a tight pull in my jaw and that instant spike of heat that ran under my skin and rested in my spine.
Of course it had to be Luca. f*****g bastard just knows the right time to ruin a person's day by showing his ugly face.
My fingers curled slowly around the edge of one of the notebooks as I straightened, my eyes locking onto his face. He looked exactly the same—smug, fakely polished and wearing that irritating half-smile like the world owed him an applause for just existing.
I rolled my eyes, deciding to ignore him. Today was not the day to deal with a self-absorbed fool. I had more on my plate to deal with.
