CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

~ Stephano

I came out of the bathroom, towel slung low around my hips, dabbing the steam from my jaw with one of those overpriced hotel linen cloths she liked.

My hair was still wet, sticking to my neck. Florida heat clung to me like sin, even though I’d landed back in the city last night. My muscles ached.

Isabella was here. Again. Always here, when I got back from a trip like that.

She said she missed me.

I didn’t answer.

Because I didn’t know how to lie anymore. Not convincingly. Not to her. Not when the fucking truth had its nails buried so deep in me...