Sienna discovered she’d become internationally recognizable because of a croissant.
Specifically, because she was halfway through stealing one off Luca’s plate outside a café in Milan when six cameras exploded from across the street like paparazzi had been summoned directly from hell itself.
“Oh my God.”
Flashbulbs erupted instantly.
“Sienna! Over here!”
“Luca! Is this serious?”
Sienna froze mid-crime, still holding stolen pastry while Luca reacted immediately. One second he was relaxed in a linen shirt looking unfairly attractive in morning sunlight. The next, every trace of casual ease disappeared beneath sharp protective focus.
“Inside,” he said calmly.
His hand found the small of her back instantly as security appeared seemingly from nowhere. Sienna blinked rapidly while more c
