DAISY

Sneaking past Brian’s security detail was surprisingly easy when they weren't expecting me to run. They were so focused on watching the outside roads for dangerous syndicates that they didn't even notice me slip through the side servant's gate in my short summer dress.

When I reached the main stone archway at exactly eight o'clock, Leo was already there, leaning against a beat-up blue moped. He had changed into a clean linen shirt, his blonde hair still damp from the shower, and he smelled amazingly good—like sea salt and expensive cedarwood. The second his eyes landed on me, his jaw literally dropped, and a soft, breathless smile split across...