Chapter 37

Dan’s car was barely out of sight when Enzo appeared at the end of the drive.

Marcy watched from the front window, one hand still curled around the sunflower stem he’d tucked behind her ear before leaving. She didn’t know what he was saying in Italian, but the way Dan’s voice had dropped when he was talking made her stomach knot.

Enzo stood guard at the gate. He didn’t wave. Just folded his arms a