CASSANDRA'S POV~
His hand reached for mine—slow, and warm in a way that made my stomach flip. He lifted it gently, as if I were something fragile, and brushed his lips against the back of it. Soft. Reverent. And just cocky enough to make me forget how to breathe.
Then he looked up, catching me in his gaze.
That look could set off wildfires.
“Is that all that’s troubling you, bella?” His voice was low, smooth as dark wine, like he already knew the answer but wanted to hear me say it.
I nodded, words caught somewhere between my throat and his damn kiss.
He kissed my hand again—slower this time. And if his lips lingered longer than necessary, I didn’t complain.
“Then don’t worry about it,” he murmured, still holding my hand like it was priceless. “If you’re not happy there, come work f
