“I don’t care about the price, just get me what I want.” I hung up and tossed the phone on the desk then leaned over the back of the leather chair to calm my anger. I looked out at the garden terrace filled with ivy and potted sunflowers. I thought how it once brought me such comfort to look at it. Now it cut me like glass every time. Since Sienna came back, I hadn’t needed my office in the city to escape and be alone.
But now, things were different, and we needed to keep a close eye on Mariano’s parents, especially since Mariano had vanished. I knew he was most likely off somewhere snorting coke with some woman he’d met. He was so damn irresponsible. The news that Sienna was a Coppola had changed things. We were now forced to conduct all our business outside our home away from curious ea
