Mag-log inFor the next five minutes, the only sound was that of Luca vigorously striking keys. Then he muttered a quick, "Yes!" and smiled. He turned the screen so that Massimo could better see it."We're in," Luca reported. "Only temporarily, of course—we've got fifteen minutes maximum."Massimo scanned the
"You know what," Massimo said into his cell phone, forcing his tone to stay casual. "You should clean up your place before you go anywhere.""I suppose I could be more thorough," Luca replied. "I don't like how much dust gets caught on the window's curtains.""Better to take care of that before alle
Massimo heard a car approach. He rushed to the windows, hoping that Elena had called a cab.But he didn't see a cab. Instead, he saw a nondescript black van pull up next to a nearby telephone pole. Massimo frowned.It didn't have any of the usual signage, but Massimo could recognize a repurposed FBI
Elena was so frustrated. Because this was the problem, wasn't it? How was she supposed to trust Massimo when he had been lying and sneaking around behind her back?Wasn't that just what her parents used to do? Wasn't Tyler using similarly ridiculous schemes—albeit with more force—to get her at his s
Elena tried to change directions but found herself at a dead end. Worst of all, the aisles were too cramped for her to slip by her step-mother. There was no way to avoid the woman."Are you ready to leave?"Elena hadn't been ready to hear that deep, steady voice again, but between Massimo and her st
Massimo stared at the fuel gauge, as if that would change the fact that the motorcycle didn't have much gas left. At least the damn thing beeped before it was completely empty—getting stranded on a deserted street with no easy way home truly would be the worst way to end this evening-into-morning ad
"Your winter hunting party?" Matteo asked, looking confused. Like he didn't understand why Elena was asking this. "I mean, yeah, they RVSP'ed to it."Elena frowned. "Yes, but they also declined to bring any supplies like all the other families.""God, don't remind me," Matteo snorted. "Mom was pisse
"I love you, too."With a couple of tears and many well-wishes, Sloane and Noah departed from the estate. And mere moments afterwards, it was time for Elena and Massimo to depart, too.Elena was awed by the Ferraro's second estate in New York. But that didn't mean it was up to the Ferraro's usual st
Elena thought about her mother's words as she finished up work. Even when Massimo brought her to a Ferraro owned gun range, Elena couldn't focus on just shooting."I know this place isn't as nice as the one in Maine," Massimo said suddenly. "I had plans to renovate it and reopen it next year."Massi
Elena tried to control her breathing as she and her husband were seated at the restaurant. She couldn't be sure, but from what she heard, the place sounded busy. Yet somehow, they were led to a table that was far away and relatively quiet—she had to really strain her ears to even here the servers wa







