I blinked, about to turn.

“Don’t look now,” he murmured.

Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead.

It wasn’t long, or dramatic. Just soft. Like it belonged there.

My chest fluttered.

I smiled. Then grinned.

He smirked. “Now look.”

I turned, casually, like it was nothing.

Sienna was walking away, fast, heels clacking against the stone path. Her shoulders were stiff. Her head didn’t turn once.

“She saw?” I asked.

“She saw,” Nate said. “Let her think what she wants.”

He ...