Camilla
It had been a week since I'd met Michael Lucarelli and his utterly adorable daughter, Isabella. And try as I might, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was tall and handsome, with raven-black hair and a smile that I could only describe as dangerously sexy.
There was something about him, even beyond how good looking he was.
And believe me, he was.
I didn't know if it was the way he moved or the way he spoke. Maybe both? He just had a sexual magnetism about him that drove me crazy. A cool, mature confidence that I found irresistible.
Charisma, that was the word.
Michael Lucarelli was charismatic and charming. But there was sadness there too, hidden just behind his eyes. I wondered if it had something to do with whatever had happened to Isabella's mother.
Then I wondered for approximately the hundredth time, what exactly HAD happened to Isabella's mother?