I was not waiting for Valentina.
That was the first thing I told myself.
And I repeated it several times throughout the day.
I was not waiting.
I was working.
That was all.
The restaurant was busy.
Orders needed to be prepared.
The kitchen needed to run smoothly.
There were customers.
There were employees.
There were a hundred things I could focus on.
So there was absolutely no reason for me to keep looking toward the entrance every few minutes.
None.
Except—
I knew what time Valentina usually arrived.
I knew the sound of her heels before I even saw her.
I knew the way the entire restaurant changed when she walked in.
People noticed her.
Everyone noticed her.
It was impossible not to.
Valentina De Luca didn’t enter a room.
She arrived.
And apparently, I had gotten us
