Bella’s POV"Moretti?" I stared at him, the name catching in my throat.He smiled. "Yes. Does the name ring a bell?""No, it's not that." I shook my head quickly. "I've just... never met another Moretti before.""Really?" He tilted his head. "Who was the first?"I opened my mouth to answer — then stopped.This was a Moretti function. Mentioning Matteo, the man my husband killed, in front of a stranger who shared his last name? Not wise."No one," I said. "It's no one."He studied me for a second, then nodded as if he didn’t believe a word of it.“Well,” he said, glancing toward the door behind me, “based on what is happening in that room, I don’t think the people inside would appreciate being interrupted.”My eyes drifted toward the door.The muffled sounds coming from inside were enough to make my cheeks warm.“Probably not,” I admitted.He chuckled. "At parties like this, forget you came with a date. There are plenty of people to fill that void."I noticed his tone. Flirty. Too flir
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