Max had built an entire career on control.

Control over the car.
Control over his temper.
Control over the way the world saw him.

And most importantly….

Control over his heart.

Which was currently losing its damn mind because a movie star had just touched Carlos’s arm and laughed like she’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.

Max stood two steps behind Carlos, hands in his pockets, jaw tight, watching the interaction unfold at the Monaco charity gala like it was a slow-motion crash he couldn’t look away from.