Chapter 5
When I come down for breakfast, I pretend not to see Enzo inside the kitchen puttering amid pans and casseroles, but I can’t avoid my smile when I see he’s wearing an apron.
After breakfast, Collette, Jean, and I escape for a morning walk and with the corner of my eye, I see Enzo entering his car—it’s all s*x and wings and wedges and aero and jaw-dropping design, just like its owner.
All his attention directed at me feels like seawater tugging at my feet, an undertow. There’s a current in this house. It’s swirling beneath the surface, waiting to suck me down.
I can’t see it, but I can feel it.
I’m here to find my Salvatore, but it can’t hurt to enjoy some innocent time with a beautiful alpha male specimen.
Mario finds us as soon as we are back from our morning walk and tell
