Lucrezia went numb on hearing Meshach's reply as her palms squeezed hard against the sheet of the mattress, her heart thumping faster.
It wasn't the fact that he already knew what was running in her mind. It was the fact that he had somehow put two and two together to come to the conclusion that she had fallen in love with Maverick.
Had she...? She wondered to herself truly.
Her feelings for the Don hadn't begun today.
They stretched back to years—back to her teenage days when he had been assigned as her protector.
What had started as admiration had slowly grown into something far deeper, something she had spent years trying to ignore.
And somehow, she doubted Meshach had been oblivious to all of it.
Looking back now, there had been too many moments and too many lingering glances or subtle changes in her behavior for someone as observant as Meshach to miss.
