4
From the adjoining room, a loud, brittle sound of glass shattering startled Giulianna, but what made her heart lodge midway in her throat was the grave, deep, gut-wrenchingly familiar tone of Richard’s voice.
She thought she had prepared herself to meet him—the man she had dated and loved for years—and still loved—but just the sound of his voice suffused her mind with anger, hurt, and longing.
A pull of awareness coursed through her.
“Babe alert on max,” whispered Henriette.
She didn’t need her assistant’s alert to know who had just entered the large modern kitchen where she was working. She could sense Richard’s magnetic presence demanding that she look at him.
Instead, she focused on assembling all of the tools and ingredients she would need for a fondant-covered confection worth
