65

LORENA

“Luca, take my seat,” Alessandro ordered him, barely keeping his anger at bay. What the hell was this man’s problem?

Luca muttered something under his breath, but I didn’t catch it.

Each grabbed their plates and swapped seats. I caught Ella’s pointed look, as if she was telling me I told you so. I shrugged my shoulders, half tempted to stick my tongue at her.

“I’m not sitting on your lap either, Alessandro ,” I told him. And damn it if I didn’t feel my chest warm up and knew blush spread on my chest, neck and cheeks.

I hated that my body temperature constantly skyrocketed around him. “So scoot over and bring me another chair.”

“ahhh, you two sound like an old married couple.” It was Giovanni that spoke. I narrowed my eyes at him.

His tan complexion spoke of his Italian heritage, similarly to Alessandro ’s. Giovanni appeared clean cut, but I could see hints of ink under his cufflinks.

Probably a wolf dressed in fine clothing.