Syndicate Tour
Grosseto
Sienna was just as I knew she would be, amazing with everyone who came out to meet her. I thought back over the day. My second cousins, who ran the Grosseto syndicate, were skeptical of her at first, but by the time dinner was through, they were laughing and inviting her to join them for drinks on the terrace.
“Thanks for keeping an eye on her while we’re gone, Francesco. We shouldn’t be more than a few hours.”
“I won’t let her out of my sight.” He smiled, and Sienna grinned back at him.
“Pfft, you sure about that?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I reached over and brushed a lock of her hair from her cheek. I never liked to leave her, but we had some things to take care of, and I knew she was already tired.
“If today has proven anything to me about wh
