Rosa left for the hospital in a frantic hurry. This time, she didn't have to wait for the bus or walk; she hailed a cab. She had enough money in her bank account now to spend without worry.
But she had no idea that every step she took was being tracked. Every street she crossed, every person she spoke to, and every minute of her day was being recorded.
After yesterday’s incident, Luciano wasn't about to leave her safety to chance. Though he had walked away with a mask of indifference, only he knew why he did. He had needed distance to suppress the lust that had ignited the moment she was in his arms. With their lips locked, her scent and the feel of her body seemed to dissolve into his, clouding his judgment. It was a brutal struggle to stop himself right then—to keep from taking her in
