Her shock and amazement were written plainly across her face. It had been exactly three days since their intense encounter at the hotel, and if she had any say in the matter, she would happily choose to never cross paths with him again for the rest of her life.
"Why on earth are you here?" Jillyanna demanded, her fingers instantly moving to slide her tablet beneath a menu, aggressively shielding her sketches and lyrics from his line of sight. The absolute last thing she needed was for this man to inadvertently uncover her secret identity as a famous singer.
Travis didn't answer immediately. Instead, he smoothly slid into the plush velvet chair directly across her table, settling in with an effortless grace that suggested they were intimate, lifelong confidants rather than strangers who had shared a reckless tryst.
