The private jet landed in Monaco just after noon and somehow the city looked different. Not because anything had changed but because Florence had reminded them what life felt like when nobody was watching.
The moment Sienna stepped onto the tarmac, reality returned. Her phone started pinging in her bag. Luca glanced at his screen once before sighing.
“That bad?”
“Twenty-three emails.”
“You checked for three seconds.”
“That was enough.”
Sienna laughed softly as they walked toward the waiting car. For forty-eight hours they had forgotten about everyone else and remembered what it felt like to simply be together.
Unfortunately, none of it had forgotten about them.
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By Monday morning the penthouse looked less like a home and more like campaign headquarters. Mood boards covered the di
