Cold Homecoming

Vivienne’s POV

The flight back to Denver was mercifully uneventful, cloaked in a silence so dense I was sure a pin would echo if it dropped. I didn’t mind. In fact, I welcomed it. After the events of the past couple of days spent in Italy especially after last night’s dinner, quiet felt like a gift. Well, if you could call being surrounded by four stone-faced men in tailored suits quiet.

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