Chapter 48: Grace

"Are you sure I look okay?"

I twist and turn in front of the mirror, trying to get a better look at my behind. I'm wearing a sleeveless navy-blue linen dress that hits right above my knees and is belted around my waist.

I'm going for demure.

"You look beautiful."

As always, my insides liquify. The slight accent melts my panties, making me want to climb right back into bed with him.

But that's not going to happen.

Matteo has invited me to his parents' fortieth wedding anniversary party. I'm touched that he wants me to meet his family, but I'm a bundle of frayed nerves.

We haven't discussed the Cosa Nostra since that morning when I found him in my bedroom after my shower. Boundaries regarding certain subjects that cannot be discussed have already been clearly established.