Riley's POV

The sexual tension had become impossible to ignore.

It started with small things. The way Brett's fingers lingered when he helped me from the car. How his eyes tracked my movements across a room. The way he stood just a little too close during public appearances.

Three days had passed since our confrontation about the dinner, and he'd been icily polite. But underneath the coldness, something electric crackled between us.

Every interaction felt charged with unspoken tension. The way ...