Luca's POV

Her eyes looked stressed, the wrinkles tugging at the corners. She stared like she'd never seen me before, her eyes lingering on my face.

“You're not going to invite me in?” my voice startled her.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” she said a little too quickly. She moved out of the way. “My bad. Come on in. Please.”

Please.

She didn't need to beg. I was already walking in. My eyes flicked around.

“She's not in,” Jenine said, her voice almost a whisper.

I hadn't scented Laura ...