Chapter 4
Drago returned Chase’s stare. Bite off more than he could chew? Hell, he hoped so. He’d love to service her for the rest of the day and night. Her ivory suit glowed against her skin, making him thirsty for a caffè con panna. Extra cream per favore.
Cream.
Cazzo.
All sorts of images ran through his mind, increasing his already-mounting frustration. Her earlier questions about doing the right thing regardless of his personal outcome still burned him with guilt. A preliminary look at his grandmother’s books that morning had proved the situation was worse than he’d thought. He’d needed to step away before he punched something.
He’d needed to do something. Something productive that would take away the sting of guilt for letting his grandmother’s inn get into trouble in the first
