The Billionaire's Regret
He only gave a small nod, then turned his attention back to Poppy, who was now explaining to Marco that Bunny needed to learn about sea taxes.
I sat quietly, my white dress moving softly around my knees, my hands in my lap, the open sea ahead of us.
I tried to keep my distance.
Truly.
I had even chosen the sofa across from him. I had my sunglasses on. I had brought a full supply of sarcasm, sharp and ready to use. I had spent years learning not to fall back into the gravity of a Romano man.
But Sebastian sat there, one hand keeping Poppy from tipping over whenever the yacht passed over a small wave, his mouth answering her chatter without losing rhythm, his eyes occasionally checking the per