Diego's POV

I was barely listening to Santo’s briefing when I happened to look out my window.

Outside, Davina was pacing back and forth with the savage gait of a caged animal. She had a whole expanse of garden laid before her, but she kept crossing the same four feet of space.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

She was wearing denim shorts that put her slender legs on display and a soft white blouse with loose sleeves billowing around her arms. Every time she turned, I caught a tantalizing ...