Eloise’s eyes blinked against the rays that bathed the Italian skyline and exhaled as she stepped onto the stairs of the plane. A light breeze rustled her hair as soon as she stepped out, heels clicking against the metal steps.

Antonio descended just ahead of her, tall and perfectly poised in his charcoal suit that hugged his broad frame like it was stitched onto him. His jaw was clenched, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and sharp with business.

But he didn't glance her way. Not ...