"Okay then," Vivian's eyebrows wiggled in amusement as she slipped her phone into her pocket, "You're the big Mr. Handsome. You call the shots."

Her eyes were as crystal clear as a spring, yet a playful sparkle of mischief was hiding in their depths.

"Give me your hand," Ethan said, his brows knitting together as he looked at Vivian.

His hands were a sight to behold, with a large palm and slender fingers that were perfectly shaped. Anyone with a thing for hands would find ...