Sienna realized she was in trouble three days after the villa.
Not because Luca Moretti kept kissing her like he had something to prove to the gods themselves. Not
because his hands had started finding her instinctively in crowded rooms or because she now slept
better tangled against his chest than she did alone.
The problem was significantly worse. She had started missing him before he even left.
“You look emotionally compromised,” Theo announced immediately.
Sienna looked up from her coffee with deep suspicion. Theo dropped into the chair across from her
inside Noir Magazine’s office lounge carrying iced coffee, two pastries and the smug energy of a man
who had correctly predicted someone else’s downfall.
“I look tired.”
“You look like someone who’s started smiling at her p
