I head outside, needing air. The sun is warm, and the sound of gunfire echoes across the field. Watching everything that’s happening feels like watching art. It’s not every day you get the privilege of seeing over ten athletic, shirtless men training. It’s a sight to behold. I think it’d be even cooler if I grabbed Bella and we just sat back and watched. But before I can consider fetching her, my eyes land on Luca, who’s commanding the session with effortless ease. There’s a natural confidence to him, a charisma that’s impossible to ignore.
I take a few steps closer, and as if he senses it, he glances over and smiles.
An idea springs to mind, and before I can second-guess myself, I walk toward him. “Luca,” I call out.
“Hey,” he lifts his vest, patting the sweat off his face with it. The
