Secrets

Valerio stared at the man he once considered a friend and glowered, “what game are you playing?”

“No game, Valerio.” The Wolf held his thick hands up in a careless shrug. “The heart wants what it wants,” he let his gaze trail to the backside of the woman marching away with her friend tucked to her side, “and from the minute I saw Amalia on the balcony in Rome, mine wants her.”

“You cannot have her