Chapter 6

Unfinished Business

The conference room smelled faintly of coffee and expensive leather, with tall windows overlooking Florence’s skyline. I stood near the head of the table, reviewing my notes for the presentation I had practically memorized over the last two nights.I’d barely slept. Not from nerves about the project, but because I knew who would walk through that door.Before I could think too much and spiral for the umpteenth time since I’d gotten to know that I was going to face him again, the click of polished shoes on marble echoed down the hallway outside.I didn’t have to look up to know it was him.Dominic Russo had a presence that warned of his arrival before he even entered the room.When the door opened, my breath hitched despite every wall I’d built.