The knocking continued.
"Nonni…you can just come straight in," he called out, dragging a hand through his messy hair. "You have seen me naked all my life!"
Grumbling under his breath, he walked out of the bedroom, past the living room.
The knocking didn't stop.
"Alright, alright!" He reached the door and yanked it open in irritation.
But the irritation died instantly.
Because it wasn't Nonnina standing there.
It was his wife.
Her eyes scanned him quickly—taking in the bare chest, the low waistband of his underwear, the sleepy disarray of his hair.
Then his brain finally restarted.
"What do you want?" Luca stepped backward into the apartment, his gaze darting around the room.
Where the hell was his robe?
His mind was ringing with panic. Vee's going to kill me. Vee's going to kill me!
Bianca stood at the doorway. "I came to tell you I am leaving for the airport, for Vienna."
