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My breath hitched, and just as I was about to turn my head and explore those roaming lips, my phone buzzed in my lap.

I checked it, and my heated mood iced over.

Reese: Di claims you’re heading to Cannes. Keep your marriage publicity front and center. It’ll please our Saudi investors no end.

You cheap, manipulative bastard, I thought, locking the screen and shoving the device deep into my handbag beside me with a scowl.

‘Who the hell was it?’ my husband rasped into my ear.

‘Guess?’

‘No need to; no one else puts that frown on your face like Rosedale Snr. Forget him beautiful, let’s enjoy our trip without his particular brand of venom haunting us.’

Angel slipped a hand to my spine and stroked me, bringing me down from my fury.

Mason made an announcement from his seat, tapping on his tablet screen.

‘Remember, friends, billionaires and media moguls will be mingling among us at the Cannes Film Festival,’ Mason said. ‘From tech tycoons and shipping heirs, so be on your best behavior and expect many of them to be at their worst.’

‘Don’t they all follow each other like sheep, from St Barts to Fashion Week, the Met Gala and the French Open?’ I asked.

‘They do; it’s a birds-of-a-feather phenomenon,’ Angel muttered. ‘These events give them a sense of security and belonging.’

Across the aisle, Deacon tossed his cards onto the folding table and glanced at his phone, arching an eyebrow as he whistled under his breath.

‘You won’t believe this, but Senna Zavros is attending the function too,’ he called out.

I smiled at the name.

‘He’s my celebrity crush,’ I confessed.

Angel’s eyes narrowed on me with roiling, possessive intensity.

‘Is he now?’

‘Senna is the ultimate legend, rocking floor-length dreadlocks, silver septum rings, tailored velvet suits, and unbuttoned silk shirts showing off sun-bronzed skin. He radiates timeless, effortless cool, exuding sexual magnetism without even trying.’

‘Careful, wife,’ Angel rumbled into my ear, his tone dropping an octave as his grip on my thigh tightened just enough to make my heart hammer. ‘I don’t do jealousy well.’

‘Possessive much?’

‘You’ve no idea,’ Angel growled.

The way his eyes glittered told me he was serious.

I sensed that although Angel was still figuring out what I meant in his life, he deserved to have his feelings handled with care.

So I reassured him with a wink.

‘Relax, handsome,’ I teased. ‘You’re still the only rock god who makes my heart flutter.’

He narrowed his eyes at me.

‘Keep it that way.’

The fact was, the affinity we shared was ratcheting up again.

Could Angel walk away from me and cause me heartbreak?