Page 77 of Hard Lessons

Imagine if I had to leave my children too.

She was banging about now, still singing. It sounded as if books were being moved from the shelf.

He went into the living room, his cock at a semi. Damn, he was insatiable when he was around Serena, and even in an apron and surrounded by the sickly scent of lemon polish he still wanted her all over again.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Luca turned to the door.

Who the fuck was that?

Chapter Sixteen

Serena stopped singingand let the polish and duster hang at her sides. She looked over the stack of books toward Luca. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know.” He frowned and a muscle flexed in his cheek.

Serena’s heart rattled in her chest. It always did when there was a knock at the door. The last time they’d had an unannounced visitor, Luca had been behind bars before the day was out.

Luca opened the door, his expression stern. But then his eyebrows raised. “Paulo. What are you doing here?”

“Been calling your fucking phone, Morretti. You forget about that, huh.”

“My phone?”

“Yeah, there was one in that bag I gave you.” Paulo pushed in, tutting. “You even turn it on or you been too busy sinking your dick into wet pussy?” He stopped and looked Serena’s way. He had the good grace to look sheepish. “Excuse my mouth, Serena.”

She placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows. “My opinion of you couldn’t be any lower so no harm done.”

Luca chuckled. “Haven’t bothered to turn the phone on. Thought I had a few days’ grace up here.”

“Well, you haven’t. You and me both know what Giovanni is like. He’s got stuff for you to sort out.”

Serena’s heart sagged, but it was nothing compared to Luca’s expression. He seemed to visibly deflate. His shoulders hunched and he huffed out a breath. “What? Now?”

“Yeah, now, and I had to drive all this fucking way to get you because you’re not picking up.” He nodded at the kitchen. “But I’ll have a coffee before I have to drive back down the length of this goddamn country.”

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