Luca arrived home later that night with a barely contained energy thrumming beneath his skin. It was subtle, but anyone who knew him would see it in the looseness of his shoulders, in the faint curve at the edge of his mouth, in the way his stride carried purpose.
One thing still lingered at the back of his mind. Marco's words earlier. Valentina had requested a meeting. Vee's sister. Why? Whatever she wanted would not be trivial. But the thought dimmed quickly beneath the heat rising in his chest. That could wait.
Because tonight, his obsession had chosen him.
"Holy Mary, you are done with dinner already?" Nonnina called as she stepped back into the dining room, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
"Yup. It was delicious," Luca replied, finishing the last of his juice in a single swallow. "Has Veronica been informed I am back home?"
"Of course," Nonnina said. "You want me to get her?"
