Not kissing Millie was easy.
Even without the cameras rolling, it wasn’t difficult for Jace to avoid putting his lips on hers. The party at the hotel was too loud. Too public. The flight from Seychelles to Rome was too long with Zack pointing his stupid camera over the back of his seat at them. Even during takeoff and landing. Ditto the train ride from Rome to Milan.
So, okay, maybe Jace had spent a minute—or two, or twenty—watching Millie sleep, her dark lashes in stark contrast to her pale face and light freckles, her hand curled under her cheek, but he hadn’t thought about kissing her.
Not that much, anyway.
Besides, who had time for kissing when they were solving a puzzle challenge at Il Duomo di Milano or hunting clues among the bustling shops of Via Montenapoleone?
No, Jace didn
