- ARIA
My head hit the desk with a soft thump. The laminated wood was cool against my forehead, a small mercy compared to the fog currently occupying my brain.
"Aria? You’re still with us, or should I call an ambulance?"
I peeled my face off the desk to see Tasha standing there, clutching a stack of papers and looking at me with equal parts pity and amusement.
"I’m alive," I croaked, rubbing my eyes. "Just. My kids decided sleep was optional last night."
That was a lie. Well, a half-lie.
The twins had been fussy, but the real reason I felt like I’d been hit by a freight train was Luca. His "antics" after the gala had been relentless—a mix of possessive arguments and even more possessive... other things.
By the time he’d finally let me sleep, the sun was practically p
