The manipulative mind of an addict is a terrible thing. When the phone rang that evening, my heart danced in my chest as Luca’s name flashed on the screen. Damn heart was a traitor. It had declared mutiny over my mind and was now campaigning for a total overthrow. “Hey, Luca,” I greeted softly. “How was your day?” His voice was a sexy rasp that conjured pictures of his naked body. “It was quiet, relaxing—perfect for a rainy day. You?” “I wish. I was out running around in that rain like a schmuck, and it’s not over yet. I still have dinner plans with a friend before I can call it a day.” A friend? Was that code for another woman? I’d been so wrapped up in the mafia bombshell, I hadn’t even considered if Luca and I were exclusive. The thought of him with someone else didn’t just hurt, it mad
