Yet another woman

After dinner, Amanda dragged Renato into her room to deal with the painting.

The meal had been surprisingly easy. No one asked him anything about the woman who marked him, even though it was evident his mother would have liked to know more. She was curious and, even though secretly, hoping he was finally going to settle down.

She felt as if without a mate by his side, his life would have always been turbulent.

She didn't know his woman, though, Renato thought. If she knew about Samantha, she wouldn't have been so sure that a mate would have brought him peace and calm.

Amanda was dying to hear more, so he knew he was going to spill the beans sooner than later.

«Where's the painting?» he inquired, bringing a nail and a hammer with him. «Let's get it over with.»

«Here, here...» she said. «Can you hang it there, next to the door?»

«Sure.»

Since he was tall enough, he didn't need a chair to reach the height his sister wanted.