Chapter 6

We’re in Los Angeles now. The moon looks beautiful in the vineyard he brought me to, its pale light spilling through the open area.

I sit across from Jeremy, my fingers tracing the rim of my wineglass. His eyes are dark, low, the kind of look that makes my pulse quicken and my skin flush.

“Truth or dare,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine.

I smirk, leaning back in my chair, the thin fabric of my silk skirt clinging to my curves. ...