RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE
“Or sit in silence. Whatever you need.”
She hesitated before accepting the glass. Their fingers brushed as she took it from him, and the warmth of his skin against hers sparked something that frightened her.
“You don’t need to do this,” she said, her tone guarded.
“I do,” Pedro said quickly. “Tessa… I’ve missed you. Every day. Every damn day. But I know I don’t have the right to ask for anything. Still, I wanted to do something—for you.”
She sipped the wine. It was red, slightly chilled, smooth on her tongue. She didn’t meet his eyes. Her voice came quiet, almost unreadable.