Chapter Twenty
“He said to be sure you got the message that he’s telling the duke’s bees,” Lance said. “Whatever the hell that means.”
Mel smirked. “Yes, I got the message. Several times.”
“Honey, if you don’t want him, I’ll take him,” Lance purred.
“Stop it, Lance.”
“I mean, his voice gave me shivers,” Lance went on.
“Lance,” she warned.
“Okay, short stuff. So, where are you?”
“In Italy,” Mel replied, smiling to herself as the wind played with her hair and she exited the Autostrada Firenze Mare to head for the heart of Florence.
“I’ll bet that duke fellow is in Italy, right? In Florence? Hmmm?”
“I’m hanging up now,” she said.
“No, babe, wait a minute. You are going to get that Drachan interview to me tonight your time, no matter what, right? I mean, if tall, dark and gorgeous s
