Chapter Twenty-Three
“Did you like Penn?” Ivo asked, later, as they returned from dinner with his friend. Sofia nodded.
“I did, very much. I’m so sorry about his sister. What a horrendous way to lose someone, and pregnant too. God,” Sofia shook her head, her eyes filling with tears.
“That’s why he came to see me, to tell me. Willa was a sweet girl, a good friend.” Ivo sighed. “So much death,” he said softly.
“Hey, stop that. An accident is just that and your mo…I mean, Adria is still with us, right? Don’t give up.”
Ivo smiled and leaning over, kissed her. “I love you.”
She brushed her lips back and forth on his. “I love you too, Mr. Zacca, and that thing I said I’d think about? Let’s do it. Let’s go for it. It’s just money.”
Ivo looked delighted. “Really?”
“Absolutely. I was being
