Sara Michaels
Sara slammed the car door harder than she intended and leaned back against the driver’s seat, pressing both palms to her face as frustration boiled inside her chest.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered to herself.
Her mind kept replaying the scene from earlier with Kingsley.
The warmth of his arms.
The way he had held her when she broke down.
The kiss.
Her cheeks flushed immediately as the memory surfaced, and she groaned in annoyance.
“God, Sara… what were you thinking?” she whispered under her breath.
She tugged the loose neckline of her shirt up again, irritation flashing through her eyes.
The shirt had slipped earlier when they were struggling during the kiss, exposing the birthmark on her collarbone. The moment Kingsley saw it, everything changed. His expression had s
