–Livana–
I must ensure he isn't slipping into someone else's arms—no matter how warm they might seem compared to mine. I had my men shadow him last night. Every word he uttered matched the truth: the CIA is indeed tailing him, and yes, women orbit around him like reckless moths to a flame, each one desperate for a single touch. He, however, would shove them off with a cold hand and have his men escort them away.
Caine, on the other hand, was a charming magnet for those dainty creatures who mistook his courteous tongue for affection. But Damon—he was something else entirely. Dangerous, smoldering, too sharp at the edges—only women who yearned for chaos ever dared to seduce him.
