Amy’s POV

I was grasping at straws, looking for what to say next that would keep not only his attention but my head attached to my neck—and probably save Carlos along the way. That was when one of his men stepped in and whispered something in his ear. His brow furrowed for a moment, then he relaxed it, waving the man away and adjusting the collar of his shirt as he stood up.

"Dove, I have somewhere where I'm needed right now," Enzo said. "If I could, I would stay here for longer enjoying your presence, but unfortunately, duty calls. But when I'm done..." He stopped moving and gave me...