Masuk0075~Aria~My phone rang at eight thirty.I was somewhere between asleep and awake, the comfortable middle ground that weekend mornings offer when nothing is scheduled before ten, and I reached for it with my eyes still mostly closed.Josie.I frowned at the screen. Josie did not call before noon on weekends unless something had happened. I sat up and answered."What's wrong?" I said."Nothing's wrong." Her voice was bright in the specific way it gets when she is containing something. "Good morning, Aria.""It's eight thirty.""I know what time it is.""Then why are you calling me?”"I need you to do something for me," she said. "I need you to come outside."I looked at my room around me. Curtains, morning light at the edges, the familiar quiet of the estate. "Outside where?""Outside your room." A pause. "Come on."I stared at the phone. "Josie, what….”"Aria. Get up and come outside your room."I put two and two together somewhere between standing up and reaching the door, the spec
0074~Luca~Getting back before midnight had been the right call.I had known it even as we drove, even with Aria beside me in the car still warm from the cottage and the evening, even with every part of me wanting to stay in that small stone house by the river indefinitely. Vittorio's estate had rules that existed whether anyone acknowledged them or not, and one of those rules was that his daughter came home at a reasonable hour when she was in his care.Even if his daughter was now technically my girlfriend.That word sat strangely and completely correctly at the same time.We had come in quietly and she had gone to her room and I had gone to mine and we had exchanged a look in the corridor that contained the entirety of the evening compressed into three seconds, and then we had both gone to bed like adults, which was the appropriate thing to do.Vittorio had been in his study when we arrived. I had seen the light under the door.He hadn't come out.---The next morning he had been
0073~Luca~My heart did something embarrassing.That was the honest truth of it. Standing in that cottage with the candles doing their work and Aria looking at me with that expression, the one I couldn't fully read, the one that was processing something significant, my heart did something I would not be describing to anyone ever."I don't know what to say," she said.The silence lasted approximately four seconds.They were the longest four seconds I had experienced in recent memory, including several that had involved actual danger, which said something about the specific vulnerability of this particular moment.Then she said, "Yes."Just that. Yes.I exhaled. She saw it and something warm moved across her face."Your heart skipped," she said."It did not.""Luca. I watched it.""You watched nothing."She stepped closer. "You were nervous.""I was….." I stopped. She was looking at me with that expression, the one she deploys when she knows she's right and is waiting for me to catch
0072~Aria~I turned around to face him."You were staring at him," I said. "All evening. Like you were actively planning something."Luca leaned against the car and looked at me. "I was doing my job.""Your job doesn't require you to look at a man like you want to remove him from the continent.""That's a very specific description.""Pierre made the exact same observation."Something moved across his face. "Pierre said that.""Pierre said that." I crossed my arms. "He also correctly identified who I have feelings for, which he arrived at primarily based on the way you were watching our table for three hours like it had personally offended you."Luca was quiet for a moment."So," I said. "Do you want to say something or are we going to stand in this driveway pretending the evening was normal?"He pushed off the car.Came toward me.Stopped close, that distance he favors, the one that is technically conversation distance and practically something else entirely."I hated every minute of
0071~Aria~Pierre set the water glass down slowly.He looked at me across the table with that expression of his, an expression of calmness and patience. He had been like that from the supermarket. That particular quality of patience that doesn't do too much."I'm listening," he said.I had thought about how to say this on and off all day. During the vineyard survey, during lunch, during the drive to the restaurant. I had constructed several versions of it and discarded all of them because none of them were direct enough, and Pierre deserved direct."I think you're wonderful," I said. "I mean that without any of the softening that usually comes before something difficult. You are genuinely one of the easiest, warmest people I have spent time with since I came back to France and I don't want to lose that."He was still listening. Still patient."But I have feelings for someone else," I said. "And they're significant. They're not the kind I can talk myself out of or put alongside someth
0070~Aria~The vineyard was beautiful in the morning light.I had seen the photographs in the estate files, aerial shots, harvest records, the kind of documentation that tells you facts without telling you anything about how a place actually feels. Standing in the middle of it was different. The rows went on longer than I had expected, the vines still winter-bare but with the particular structure of something that knew what it was and was simply waiting for the right season.Pierre was already there when we arrived. He and Landon and two members of their agricultural team, all in practical clothes, standing near the estate manager Henri who I had met once briefly at the office. Pierre turned when he heard the car.He smiled. The easy one."Good morning," he said."Morning." I shook his hand and then Henri's and we got into it.The survey took most of the morning. Hendrick led us through the eastern plot first, the one with the growth potential, the one Pierre and I had discussed on t
0008 ~ Aria ~ Outside, the night air was cool against my heated skin. Luca's hand remained on my lower back as he led me to the car, his body between me and the street, scanning for threats that didn't exist. The car door closed behind us, and we pulled away from the restaurant. "What's the th
0026~ Luca ~I watched Jean walk out of that conference room like he had just won something, and I wanted to put my fist through the wall.I didn't. I stood exactly where I was, exactly as I should, expression giving away nothing. But inside I was running through every reason that man should not b
0022~ Luca ~Sleep has never been a luxury I could afford.Not in this life. Not with everything that comes with it. You learn early on that rest is a privilege reserved for men with clean hands, and my hands stopped being clean a long time ago. So I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling,
0021~ Aria ~The words hung between us, heavy and intoxicating, making every nerve ending in my body light up with anticipation. I could already feel myself getting wet, my body responding to the dark promise in his voice with embarrassing immediacy.Yes. God, yes.But then his expression shifted.







