Jessie took a few sips of the yogurt. She had been critical of food, but it was brought to her personally, so she had to appreciate it.

She knew Tristan was different from her. He treated caviar and pancakes as the same food group. He didn't look like a regular billionaire. She appreciated him, but she could never learn his ways.

She screwed up the cap and looked at his profile. Chiseled face, deep-set eyes, composed and wise after the honing of years, youthful at his age and ...