ENRIQUE SAT AT HIS dining room table and scowled down at the magazine in front of him. He never read gossip magazines, but this one had been left for him to read- with the appropriate page open and circled.
Only Riccardo would have the audacity to do it, and he secretly thanked the man for pointing it out to him. He had been no saint in the past, but the majority of the published articles on him had been mostly right.
This one wasn’t.
There was a photo of him and Valentina at dinner in Paris looking quite cozy. The accompanying article suggested that they had been in a relationship for almost five months! If Sarah saw this rubbish she would be mortified.
Enrique caught himself thinking that way again and physically slapped his hand hard against his thigh.
Thinking about how the si
