Chapter 7

Had there been cameras trained on her sister when she partied? When she and Matthew were together? Elena frowned. Fuzz mightn’t be the best sister in the world but she was the only one Elena had.‘Did you spy on my sister?’ Elena stepped up to Christian, her hands finding her hips, her bottom lip jutting.‘Your sister? No.’ He was staring at her mouth.Crazily, she felt her lips go dry. She swallowed and he watched the movement. How could it feel as if he trailed a finger down her throat when he hadn’t lifted a hand?Hormones. They danced riotously, making her heart drum against her ribcage and her insides clench needily.Elena swiped her parched lips with her tongue and wished she hadn’t. His look seared. She wanted to back up a step but he’d know why. She was stuck there, her neck arched to meet his intense scrutiny, her body taut as a spinnaker billowing and snapping in a sudden gale.She didn’t imagine the turbulence in the air. It was real and it emanated from him.