I tried to hide my disappointment, but he saw it anyway. He threaded his fingers into my hair and held me still, his eyes pouring down into mine like a mercury spill. “If I didn’t have to tend to this, I wouldn’t leave you. I’d like nothing more than to spend all day kissing you. These lips . . . Jesus!” He kissed me, making his desire for me clear, but it was his eyes that told me that he, too, was as disappointed as I was. When he released me, he backed away, his eyes on mine, his lips slightly curved. He only made it a few steps before he stepped forward to kiss me again, that time with more heat. But then he did leave, promising to find me when he got back. That was hours ago. I thought Tag’s business was Chiara, but considering the turmoil my family’s holdings have been in during recent months, maybe he’s been smart enough to make other investments along the way. Although charming to a fault, I get the impression that Tag is a shrewd businessman.
