Rose’s POV

For a moment, I just stared at him, my chest rising and falling faster than it should.
Was it another woman?
Some secret fling?


Or maybe someone more important than me?

The thought burned like acid in my chest. I wasn’t the jealous type — at least, that’s what I’d always told myself. But the way that phone kept ringing, like it was desperate to be answered, made my skin prickle.

And then I saw it.


The name flashing on the screen.
Vicenzo.

My throat tightened. ...