Dario’s grin appeared if only briefly. “Contessa is the woman who lives with me.”

“What?” My question went unanswered as the elevator doors opened.

We stepped out of the elevator into a stunning entry showcasing a sprawling living room, complete with a large fireplace and floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the city below. While the apartment was luxurious with ceilings at least fourteen feet high, and the furnishings were the best money could ...