Her one sure-fire shield against the blatant intent in her husband’s warm amber eyes. Her stomach hadn’t been in this many knots since the first time they’d slept together. This was Luciano, her partner, right? The man she’d chosen above anyone else because when she needed to she could hide behind him and not come out until she was ready to face the world again. One smile from him caused her chest to feel as though it would split just so he could get that much closer to a heartbeat that thrummed for him alone. How many times had he nearly taken the head of a photographer off for getting too close to what he considered his? How many times had his icy stare been received by other men who thought they could take his place, do a better job? Too many to count. So why did Samara suddenly feel like her head was being shoved under water and she couldn’t keep herself from drowning? Luciano had made it more than clear that he thought everything about her was beautiful, but sometimes spouses didn’t understand that their opinion wasn’t the only one that counted.
