Orlando looked around at her, and for once, he looked happy. “Anyway, you have a deal. Besides, we have pizza delivery on stand-by just in case.”
“Oh ye of little faith.”
Norah, after Zulika had left for the afternoon, had immersed herself in her work, only distracted by the memories of Giacomo’s hands on her body. She was still thinking about that, shoving new deliveries out on the shelves, when she heard the tinkle of the shop’s door bell.
She turned to greet her customer and her heart failed.
“What are you doing here?”
Lucian held his hands up, not approaching her. “Just to talk, Norah. That’s all, I swear. I’ll stay over here.”
Norah, not trusting him, darted behind the counter and picked up her scissors. Her phone was in the back, shoved deep into her purse, and she cursed herse
