Lovesick in Amalfi

Valentin’s POV

Wyatt leaned back against the wall, arms crossed and grin wide. “You can stop staring at your phone, man. The girls are fine. Most likely soaking in mud baths or wrapped in seaweed or whatever they do in a spa. That’s why they aren’t texting back.”

I didn’t look up from the device in my hand. “I wasn’t staring at it.”

“Sure you weren’t,” he shot back, his tone deliberately mocking.