Lily
“Hey.” I plastered a smile on my face as Stefano walked into the kitchen. His own face grim as bent his large frame into one of the sleek stools. He gazed around , as if he was looking for something.
“Where’s Ethan?” His eyes settled on the empty high chair which I had put away.
Frowning I turned to him. “Asleep.” I went back to wiping down the sides with my damp sponge. They were already clean, sparkling even but I needed something to do.
Something to keep me busy. So my mind didn’t take over and make me think the worse.
Two months I had been in New York and those first few weeks , he had been nothing but attentive.
Loving and gentle.
His passion almost back to normal.
And then? Then something had changed.
He got home later and later.
Once I had thought I could smell pe
