“Are you listening to me?”
Vickie shook her head as if to reboot. “Huh? What? Yes. I need to sign the contract.”
Giovanni sighed, but he managed to stretch his patience. “No. This is the physical copy of what you signed the first time we met.”
“Ohhh,” she cooed. Her mind was anything but here. First, she was distracted by Gio’s shirtless form—from his broad shoulders to the veiny hands where a cigar lay between two fingers.
Second, his close proximity had her sharing his body heat and scent, and that was doing something to her senses.
Third, the wedding. It had been grander than she thought it would be. His friends and family—except Manila—filled the pews of the church, all dressed in their best. She was grateful for that. There had been no one but Maddie present for her.
“Victoria.”
