SYDNEY'S POV
The cold night air hit my face as we both burst out the door, and the hairs on my arms stood on end. I was still grappling with the realization that the bar owner was the same man I had seen in my villa.
I had every right to call...
SYDNEY'S POV
The cold night air hit my face as we both burst out the door, and the hairs on my arms stood on end. I was still grappling with the realization that the bar owner was the same man I had seen in my villa.
I had every right to call...