Luca gave her the key on a Wednesday night between takeout and financial emails. Which somehow made it worse.
Sienna looked up from the kitchen island where she sat editing photographs while Luca stood across from her loosening the cuffs of his shirt one-handed. Rain tapped softly against the penthouse windows and the remains of expensive Italian food sat abandoned between them. Normal evening. Quiet evening.
“You left your keys in the car again,” Luca observed casually.
Sienna frowned without looking up from her laptop.
“No I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
“That feels accusatory.”
“It’s observational.”
She finally glanced toward him.
“You noticed because you’re controlling.”
“You left them beside the champagne from lunch.”
“That sentence sounds deeply wealthy.”
Luca ignored th
