"Coming down?"
Camilla immediately rose and walked to the window, peering down below.
A sleek black Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance of the old mansion.
The rear window was fully lowered, revealing the sharply defined profile of a man.
Even from this distance, she could sense the innate nobility and elegance that only those of his stature possessed.
Sinclair, ever perceptive, caught Camilla's gaze and turned his head toward her.
She stood there in a cream-colored house dress, her chestnut curls cascading down to her waist in effortless waves, exuding a lazy sort of beauty.
Bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, she seemed to glow, as if she were a scene straight out of a softly lit film—warm and enchanting.
Their eyes met across the space between them.
Camilla's eyes curved into crescents, her delicate face breaking into a sweet, radiant smile.
"Right now?"
"Mmm."
