❦ Rosalind ❦
The doorframe shuddered with the force I used to slam it shut.
Rocco startled and got in position, his gun raised.
“Give him a warning shot if he knocks again. Preferably on the kneecap,” I ordered dryly.
Walking back to the kitchen, I snatched a steaming bun from Claudia’s tray.
She cleaned her hands on her apron, pinning me with a disapproving stare. “You shouldn’t be so rude, Rosa. He brought you flowers.”
“Trust me, Claudia, I don’t want flowers from the likes of him.”
“Nonsense. Rocco, let him in. Back when you were in university, his father used to come over here for business and talk to your papa about you two.”
I stopped chewing immediately.
“What?”
“Yes. I used to think you would get married to him, you see. Don Giancarlo seemed to like the idea very much.
