"Achille?" A lilting call, laced with a hint of amusement, pierced the tranquil morning . Achille and Valentina swiveled their heads in unison, their gazes landing on Bianca, who stood by the path trailing from the doorway.
Achille's breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened as he thought, 'Since when did we start calling each other by our names?' "Bianca," he finally managed, his voice a husky rumble. "A most unexpected pleasure. Is there an issue, or simply a matter requiring my attention?"