An Italian on the run from the Mafia. A reporter seeking the truth. Will they reveal their feelings before danger strikes?
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Reclusive writer Luca Ross...
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I walked into the newsroom on Tuesday morning to find a box on my chair, making me frown.
What had I bought? Why had the package slipped my mind? I'd been forgetful lately because of Luca and work. It wouldn't be surprising if I'd ordered something and totally spaced out.
Slicing open the tape on the box edges with a pair of scissors, I discovered another box nestled inside, wrapped in gold paper and tied with a gold ribbon. I carefully unfolded the attached note card and tilted my head in curiosity.
Più baci per te.
—Luca
I laughed out loud. I'd Google the Italian words after I opened the gift.
Sliding my finger under the thick wrapping paper, I extracted a midnight blue box. Baci, it said, in light blue cursive letters on the front. Grinning, I lifted the lid to find twenty-eight chocolates wrapped in sparkling silver foil.
He'd remembered.
I looked around, anticipating my coworkers would cluster around to tease me—or, more likely, to beg for candy. No one was nearby, thankfully. This was a moment to enjoy alone.
Plucking a chocolate from the box and unwrapping it, I bit into the sweet and closed my eyes. It was dark and delicious. As the chocolate melted on my tongue, I sank into the chair and went to an online translator to type in the words of Luca's message.
My heart soared when I read the translation.
More kisses for you.
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