IZABELLA
Like clockwork, at 10 p.m. sharp, Ignazio’s car pulled into the driveway.
And just a little after, he walked into the dining room as I was admiring my nails under the kitchen lights.
He showed no surprise at seeing Disney on the table, and walked straight to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. I assumed the guards had informed him of her presence.
As he rounded the table, I was just about to shift my attention back to my nails when, to my absolute shock, he bypassed his chair entirely and strode to mine. His hands braced on either side of me as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Oak and Vanilla wrapped around me, the masculine scent of him enveloping me completely as my breath hitched painfully.
I forced my features into calm neutrality, ma
