Ciara's POV

As she stepped back and looked up at him, she finally noticed me. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “And who is this?” she asked, her voice deceptively sweet as she slid her hand down his arm in a possessive gesture. Message received, she was staking a claim. But that’s not how this works, sweetheart.

It was obvious she didn’t like seeing me there with him.

“Ciara needed to speak with you,” Wade said calmly, stepping back and effectively removing her hand from his ...