"I'll be down in two minutes," Nico said flatly.
He tossed the phone onto the armchair. The peaceful, heavy warmth that had just filled the room vanished instantly. The sensual haze evaporated, replaced by the freezing, lethal tension of the Ferrante boss.
He didn't say another word.
He turned away from the bed, completely naked, the dark ink of his tattoos flexing across his wide back as he crossed the room.
Mara pulled the duvet up to her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs for an entirely different reason now. "Is that Luca? What did he find?"
"He didn't say," Nico replied. His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked rapidly in his cheek.
He walked right past her bathroom, where his soaked, ruined five-thousand-dollar trousers were still lying in a heavy heap on the wet tiles, and headed straight for the far wall.
