Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 664

The two of them lounged in the outdoor hot tub, bathed in silvery moonlight and sipping wine.

A gentle breeze floated by, the night soft and hazy, and somewhere in the distance, crickets chirped. It was as close to perfect as it gets.

Camila Davis couldn’t help but turn her head to glance at Dennis Williams.

Through the rising steam, she watched as he tipped back his glass, the line of his neck and shoulders made even more striking by the angle. The little dip of his Adam’s apple added a strangely magnetic touch.

He was wearing a black men’s robe, the kind you get in fancy hotels, and thanks to the hot water, the collar had slipped open a little.

Camila suddenly noticed his hair—still damp from when he’d splashed water reaching out for her earlier—droplets sliding down his face and neck, making him look a little wild, a little untamed.

The longer she looked, the faster her heart seemed to race.

It wasn’t like they were naked; they were both in bathrobes, doing absolutely nothing out of line.

But somehow, just watching him like this, she felt her pulse skip, her cheeks warming, her mind getting fuzzy.

Was it the wine? Or was the heat just going to her head?

While Camila was still lost in her daze, Dennis swallowed another mouthful of wine and looked over at her, his gaze suddenly serious and intent.

Their eyes met.

Camila saw a crooked smile tug at his lips—one that could probably get him out of any trouble—and he teased, “Why’s your face so red, Camila?”

His words snapped her out of it fast.

She flustered, eyes darting away, and muttered, “It’s nothing, really… The water’s just a little hot, that’s all.”

“Oh yeah?” Dennis chuckled, the sound low and lazy. “I thought you’d only had a sip, but you’re already blushing.”

Camila shook her head. “No way, I only had one sip. I’m not that much of a lightweight. But this wine is good—Amelia made it, right? And there’s this weird sweet scent, like… is that elderflower?”

Camila scooted closer, holding out her glass.

He took it, poured a careful splash, just a mouthful.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

But just as she reached out to take it, Dennis suddenly brought the glass to his own lips and downed it himself.

Camila blinked, totally caught off guard. She hadn’t expected that.

He’d drunk the exact sip he’d poured for her.

Her excitement faded in an instant, her lips turning down in a pout, disappointment written all over her face.

Dennis caught her look and couldn’t help but break into a broader, teasing grin.