“If you expect me to be embarrassed about staring at the most beautiful woman in the world, then you’ll be disappointed,” I reply, not taking my eyes off Sloane. Her gaze flicks over to me. She’s wearing a faint smile that lets me know she heard me. “You’re such a sap.” Levi laughs. “Says the man who annotated Sloane’s books for his fiancée,” I point out.
