The Moretti estate was too quiet for Bianca’s liking.

She lounged across satin sheets, legs tangled in the expensive covers, as Kade buttoned up his shirt by the window. His back was sculpted, movements sharp, like everything he did carried a hidden edge.

“You disappeared after the gala,” she said lazily, lighting a cigarette. “Didn’t even say goodbye.”

Kade glanced at her through the mirror, his expression unreadable. “I had business.”

Bianca blew a stream of smoke into the ...