SILAS’S POV
Rome could be the city of love and s**t, but it was damn right annoying when it came to its restaurants. There was always a ridiculously long queue in there waiting for s**t to happen.
I had stepped out almost an hour ago to get us breakfast--to get Imogen breakfast. She had been asleep then. I had held her in my arms all night and aside from a few movement here and there, she had almost remained perfectly still.
My pet.
I would have preferred to remain contentedly by her side if I had not gotten that call.
Damn that call!
It had taken a lot of restraint to leave her side and I would not have answered the call if it was not important. It had been a call from one of my representatives in Italy.
The business deal that I had worked on, the major reason why I came to Rome,
