Lucille

The sear of Roman’s gaze peppered my skin with an intensity he rarely showed in front of others, even our assistants. My gaze met his and in mere milliseconds, I assessed more than lust within his tumultuous eyes.

I looked to Roman’s assistant. “Lord Martin, please leave us.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” he said with a neck bow and a quick look to Roman.

Once we were alone, I went closer, taking my husband’s hands ...