Ever since Yara Quillan agreed to spend seven days with Henry Lester, he had sent everyone at the villa back down the mountain, leaving just the two of them alone.
Yara Quillan had no idea what Henry Lester had planned for the seven days she was to spend with him.
But she didn't have to wonder for long. The next day, when she saw a set of casual clothes laid out at the foot of her bed, she had a pretty good idea.
It wasn't yet the height of summer, so it wasn't too late for a spring outing.
Henry Lester was no longer in a suit or his military uniform. Instead, he wore a simple T-shirt and jeans. He had even procured a bicycle from somewhere. Standing in the sunlight, the gloom that usually clung to him was gone, replaced by a cool, sharp handsomeness.
Especially when he smiled at Yara Quillan, she truly felt that he was far more handsome than Lucian Sloan or Sean Lowell—his was a pure, masculine charm.
