Rain blurred Monaco into streaks of gold and silver by the time someone knocked on Sienna’s apartment door. Not a polite knock either. Three slow taps. Hesitant. Tired. Sienna looked up from the sofa immediately, pulse stumbling before logic caught up. It was nearly midnight. Emilia had gone home hours ago after delivering wine, emotional support, and several aggressive opinions about men. Theo was somewhere in Nice photographing a fashion launch and sending deeply unhelpful voice notes.
Which meant there was only one person standing outside her apartment this late. Her chest tightened painfully before she even reached the door. When she opened it, Luca looked exhausted and nothing like the polished, billionaire inconvenienced tired. Actually exhausted.
Dark coat damp from rain. Hair sli
