We eye f**k each other for a while, until I want to run screaming from the room. “Let’s see it.”
He strolls across the space toward the counter as if he’s got all the time in the world, that little unnerving smile hovering around his lips. He sets the briefcase on the counter, flicks open the locks, removes a folded sheet of paper, and hands it to me.
As soon as I have it between my fingers, I start to get emotional. I feel as if I’ve been reunited with my kidnapped child. Unfolding the paper, I press the sketch to my chest and blow out a shaky breath. “The red dress.”
Matteo inclines his head. “It’s one of my favorites.”
Then I’m angry because he folded it!
He frowns at the look on my face. “What’s the matter?”
I point accusingly at the crease in the page. “This. This is the matter.
