Rhett POV
I kept stealing glances at Margot.
All she gave me was the back of her head and the slender, pale line of her neck.
Two faint pink marks were visible there: the bite marks I’d left when I marked her.
They were a permanent reminder of what had happened between us, a mark that could never be erased simply because we no longer wanted it there.
My gaze kept returning to them.
There was an irritating, persistent itch beneath my skin.
I wanted to look more closely, to study the marks that represented how completely I’d claimed her.
I’d been so busy dealing with one problem after another that it had been a long time since I’d sat this close to Margot.
Now, in the enclosed space of the car, her scent filled my lungs.
The faint fragrance of the night-blooming cereus was
