Page 54 of More Than a Billionaire

“Take that back! I might be thirty, but I still look young enough to play a twenty-year-old.”

Skylar laughed. “I take it back. You could play a teenager.”

Adelia snorted. “I don’t know about that.” Someone in the background called Adelia’s name. “I’m sorry, Sky. I’ve got to get back to work. I’m sorry again for missing your party.”

“It’s okay. At least you have a reason for not coming, which is more than I can say for Gus.”

“Oh, Sky. Please cut him a little slack right now. He’s hurting.”

“I know he is, but we’re his family.”

“And he’ll come home when he’s ready.” Skylar could tell Adelia was walking now as her breathing increased. “I really have to get back to set.”

“Go act your heart out.”

“I love you, Sky. Happy birthday.”

“Love you too.”

Skylar let out a sigh as she put away her phone.

“Hi.”

Skylar looked over to see Luca take a seat in Franky’s empty chair. “Hi.”

“Having a good party?” he asked.

“I am.”

“I’m glad.”

Skylar eyed his work attire. “Your parents and sisters are here. Why are you working tonight?”

“We had an employee call in sick, so someone had to fill in.”

“You seem to work a lot around here. Don’t you ever take a break?”

“I’m taking one right now, aren’t I?”

Skylar hadn’t properly admired him last time she was there, because she had been with Franky, but Luca was ruggedly handsome with strong arms and rough hands, no doubt from many hours of working around the winery. He still had the nicest hair—dark blond waves that curled over his ears and flipped just so at his neck. The kind of hair that begged for fingers to run through it. He’d aged a little, but like a fine wine, the years had only improved him.

The music slowed then, and Luca stood and held out his hand. “Would you like to dance?”

“Sure.” She smiled up at him as she took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor.

He drew her close, swaying gently to the music. “I never forgot about that kiss, by the way.”

She looked at him in surprise.

“I thought about you sometimes over the years, wondered how you were, what you were doing.”

“You did?”

“You didn’t think about me?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

“I wondered if I had stayed in touch with you, if anything would’ve happened between us.”

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