The touch of his fingertips on her soft, delicate skin was pleasant, making him reluctant to let go.

He traced her exquisite lips, seemingly wanting to engrave her image into his soul.

Raegan felt a flicker of joy. The coldness in his eyes had diminished, indicating that her efforts and tonight's clarifications hadn’t been in vain.

She remembered an important detail she needed to mention—the 1 billion she'd spent on the painting hadn't been brought ...