The rooftop bar overlooked nearly all of Monaco.
From twenty stories above the marina, the city glittered beneath them in waves of gold light and reflected ocean. Music drifted softly through the warm night air while conversations blurred together around elegant groups of people pretending not to stare at Luca Moretti every time he walked past.
Sienna was beginning to understand that being seen with him meant becoming visible by association.
Which was unfortunate because she preferred invisibility.
“You’re brooding,” Luca observed lazily from across the table.
“I’m people-watching.”
“You’ve been glaring at that man in a white blazer for six straight minutes.”
“He looks like he owns cryptocurrency.”
“He does. And an obscene amount of it too.”
Sienna smiled faintly around the rim of
