Chapter 24
“Buongiorno,” Lauro said, grazing her lips. “Latte?”
The pink blush of dawn streamed through her bedroom window. Celina stretched and wriggled her nose at the smell of coffee and Matilde’s fresh, warm brioche. She was glad to be back at the villa, but she was still incredibly sore from the accident, even after three days. “How did you get in here?”
“You must have left the padlock off the door last night.”
“You’re not supposed to be in here. Your father—”
Lauro silenced her with a kiss. He wore a bandage across one cheek where he’d hit the pavement, and it gave him a rakish look. “I couldn’t resist. You’re gorgeous in the morning.”
“Mmm, I could get used to this.” A sleepy smile tugged at her lips as she breathed in a subtle scent of spiced sandalwood that clung to his whit
