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I settle her under the covers, clean her up gently with a washcloth, then take care of myself before crawling in beside her.

Wrapped around her, heart still pounding, I close my eyes.

The afterglow is warm, deep, and unfamiliar.

I’m content, in a way I’ve never felt before.

FINA

I can’t keepmy eyes off Renzo as he swims laps in the pool.

He glides through the water in a showcase of pure, brutal beauty. His muscles ripple, his back arches, and his shoulders cut through the surface like he owns it. I’m practically salivating. I want to lick the water beading down his chest, run my fingers through his wet hair, nuzzle into his wicked jawline. He’s gorgeous, sexy, and radiantly alive. And healthy—the struggles he’s endured long behind him.

I can’t tell if I want to climb all over him, or drown in him. Maybe both.

“Think it’s too early for a drink?” Riley asks. “You look like you need one.”

“I think I’m in trouble.”

“Trouble is that man’s middle name.” She laughs, then lowers her voice. “No offense, but his mind makes mynipples hard.”

“You should see what his dick can do.” With a shake of my head, I drag my eyes away. “But seriously, what do I do?”

“Do?” She spins on the lounge chair and lifts her sunglasses from her eyes, then waits for me to elaborate.

“It’s complicated. Our history is messy.”

She rolls her eyes. “Again, he’s Renzo.”

“Were things always so easy between you and the assho … Sandro?” I catch myself. Because as sweet and kind as Riley is, she’s crazy about the asshole.

“Easy isn’t a word in Sandro’s vocabulary. He hurt me, but hunted me down, refusing to let me escape.” Her expression softens. “And what did I do? I melted like butter.”

Biceps flexing, Renzo pulls himself from the pool. “I don’t think I’m made of milk,” I whisper. He straightens and, as if sensing my eyes on him, glances my way.

His broad smile has me grinning back at him.

Riley answers, her advice resonating deeply. “Then don’t melt. You be the flame that makes him burn hotter, that makes him sweat.” She shrugs. “Keep that beautifully wild man on his toes.”

Noticing the attention, Renzo shakes his body like a wet puppy, sending water flying everywhere.

We laugh at his antics.

“Who’s ready for a bird’s-eye view of Sardinia?”

CHAPTER THIRTY

RENZO

DoI know I’m irresistible?

Abso-fucking-lutely. Women have always been drawn to me like I’m the center of their universe.

But I want to be Fina’s world. By her side, inside her, above and beneath her, in every possible way and all at once. That feeling only magnifies as the day passes.

I spent the morning flaunting what I’ve got, teasing her until even Riley flushed. Midmorning, I gave them a break. While they took the long staircase from the pool deck to the private beach, I turned my attention to business. The kid had sent me a text, and I needed to see for myself what the clever little fuck meant.

Compared Naples warehouse footage to Grassi feed. Same guys.