Chapter 3Warwick made a hasty exit after putting a deep dent in Antonella’s floor, but he and Dom spoke often over the next twenty-four hours, all by phone. Much of it was taken up by Warwick apologizing, and Dom trying to make sure Warwick believed there was never anything romantic between him and Lorenzo.
“I’ve been with my fair share of men,” Dom said, “but he is not one of them. I knew the sporaccione was overly flirty—creepy, even—but I really didn’t realize how delusional he is.”
When Warwick’s mobile rang only two hours into December first, he assumed it was Dom again.
“This is Warwick?”
Recognizing Antonella’s voice and angry tone, he wished he wasn’t. “It is.”
“You will come on tour with me and Damiano.”
Roused from a sound sleep, drowsiness, arousal, and anxiety all came to
