OLIVIA

“Where are you coming from?”

His question brought my feet to an abrupt halt. My cheeks flushed with heat, resurfacing old memories.

I didn’t say anything. But I felt the sting of annoyance in his voice. It was deep, hoarse, and almost threatening.

‘I spent the night with Alessandro.’

That was the response I wanted to give. Except that it would put the poor gardener in a tight spot.

“I don’t think it’s any of your concern.” I turned around, my voice barely ...