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Eighteen minutes had dwindled since Miles excused himself to take a phone call, leaving me alone with Enzo at the dining table, who also got busy with his phone.
I waited and waited. I stared at the end of the hall leading to the comfort rooms. Who was Miles talking to on the phone? Was he alone in the men's room?
"Does he think we're dating?"
I turned to Enzo. He was squinting at me and gr
◇ KEL ◇"Mykaela?" "Yes." I tried not to scowl as I looked at him. It seemed he wasn't done interrogating me."Any idea who this is?" Leandro gave me a grin that lifted the corner of his dark beard."Niccolo's uncle. His godfather, he said."
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× WARNING! × × CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS × × READ AT YOUR OWN RISK×◇ KEL
× WARNING! × CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS × READ AT YOUR OWN RISK×
◇ KEL◇The remote island of San Pietro surpassed my imagination.Situated along the northeastern coast and facing the Italian peninsula, the island boasted deep cerulean waters and white sand beachfronts that rivaled the tropics' best.In the distance, private yachts passed by as we stepped off the private jet.
◇ KEL ◇"Mykaela?"Light pats on my arm. Gentle shaking. Careful strokes on my head."Kel, wake up.""Lasciala riposare.""Perché vuole andare lá?"Enzo's voice.Wait. Am I still dreaming?Dazed from the last seconds of my much-needed nap, I lay my head still on a layer of clothes keeping my face warm and fuzzy. The