He looked over his shoulder as a-bridal consultant waited behind the velvet curtain, awkward and silent.
Xavier’s smile turned charming in a heartbeat.
“We’re ready,” he said to her. “We’d like to see the most exclusive dresses you’ve got.”
Then his hand squeezed Sky’s wrist.
Not hard.
But enough to say: You’re not going anywhere.
Not until he was done with her.
The consultant led them toward the back of the boutique with a nervous smile, her heels tapping softly against the marble as she motioned toward a private fitting suite. Plush velvet curtains. Tall mirrors. A pedestal in the center surrounded by racks of white lace, silk, and tulle.
But Sky wasn’t looking at the dresses.
She was too aware of the hand still wrapped around her wrist.
Xavier hadn’t let go.
Not once.
Even a
