I instinctively cover myself at her comment about cutting off my dick. She laughs—and damn, her laugh sounds angelic. Soft, real, and completely unexpected. I shake my head, trying to keep my cool.“No, nothing like that,” I say, still recovering. “Umm… what if we put in the agreement that if I cheat, you can leave me—no questions asked. And you get full control of your family’s business.”She tilts her head, considering. “That might work. Though I can’t promise I’ll react before leaving.” She flashes me a wicked little smile.“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”“Learn to keep it in your pants, Ricci.”God, this woman.Spitfire. That’s her new nickname.“So… is that a yes then, Spitfire?”“It’s a maybe,” she says, shrugging. “I need to think about it a little more. And did you just call me Spitfire?”“Sí. That’s your new nickname. And I can work with a maybe.”She pauses. “Luca?”“Sí?”“Is there anything else you want from this?”I hesitate. “Well, I mean… the families coming togeth
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