Luca decided they were leaving Florence approximately twelve minutes after ending a conference call. Technically, they were leaving *for* Florence. The distinction mattered. Mostly because Sienna was fairly certain kidnapping laws still existed.
“No.”
Luca looked up from his phone.
“No?”
“No.”
“We haven't discussed anything yet.”
“You booked something.”
“I may have.”
“You booked something expensive.”
“Probably.”
“You booked something expensive in another country.”
Luca looked delighted.
“See? You already know me.”
Sienna stared at him from across the penthouse kitchen. It was Saturday evening. The Maison Laurent contract had been finalized the day before. She should have been celebrating. Instead she'd spent the day answering emails and trying not to think about family drama,
