And yet now? Now Marco would have traded a year off his life to have Ricardo standing in front of him.
Because Val had to break off this engagement nonsense so they could move forward. And Marco wanted to move forward.
Christ, he wanted to move a thousand steps ahead. He wanted no more half-confessions, no more stolen moments, no more pretending what had happened between him and Valentina had been some fever dream. He wanted clarity. He wanted action. He wanted the damned ring off her finger by the cleanest means possible.
Which, unfortunately, required Ricardo. So Marco had spent practically the entire day hunting him.
He had been in and out of cars, on and off calls, walking the city visiting every where he thought the man could be. He had asked questions at Commissioned, through staff, through security. By midday, he was running on irritation.
The last confirmed sighting of Ricardo—or rather, Ricardo's car—had been near the entrance to Commissioned.
