As a bit of tension eased from its biting grip on her neck, Chase tucked her cookie into her bag, then sipped from her caffè. Most Italians would throw the hot liquid back in one swallow and continue on with their day, but she wasn’t accustomed to the heat and needed to drink hers in a few gulps instead. The only thing better would be a second cup and more time to enjoy it. Maybe Drago wouldn’t notice if she drank his. She made her way back outside and found the man in question slipping his phone into his suit jacket.
“Ready?” He asked the question casually enough, but his curt tone made it seem like an accusation. She shook off the odd sensation. Her nerves were surely messing with her perception.
She handed him his caffè and took a bite of biscotti to hide the smile that threatened to
