20
Ally
Pietro was morose.
His dizzy high at seeing Iris had lasted a week, but Rogers’s warning finally won through, causing the deepest despair at the hopelessness of the situation.
Sergeant Rogers was right. He couldn’t risk her life. It was a life too vibrant, too hot, too interesting: like a fire you could watch forever, mesmerized.
He felt a jolt. Iris was the first woman whose destiny he’d ever considered over his own. Dio mio. He had to move a continent from his birth to find his own unselfishness?
He never had to work at getting women, and he’d certainly never been prepared to work at keeping them. Until now. He could smell her very essence. How would he, how could he cover her raging flames with his body to absorb her warmth? It was as if she’d always been an integral part
