NOLAN’S POV

I studied Camila as she leaned casually against the bar, a slow smirk spreading across her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing—playing the game, waiting for me to take the bait.

I lifted my glass, taking a slow sip of my scotch before meeting her gaze. “That depends,” I said. “I take it you’re Camila?”

She tilted her head, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulder. “Come on, don’t play the ‘I don’t know you' game."

I shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not a game. I only just heard about you two days ago.”

“Nolan Russo, I was expecting you to be more charming, Nolan. Or at...