Elena was folding a silk scarf behind the counter of her boutique when Matteo appeared in the doorway.

His expression was calm, but the slight furrow in his brow told her this wasn’t a casual visit.

“You have a visitor,” he said quietly, nodding toward the sitting room at the back.

“Who is it?” She asked carefully.

“He says his name is Kelvin. Know him?” Matteo asked.

Her heart skipped a beat. Kelvin. After everything, she wasn’t sure if he was ever going to come asking for her. He made it quite clear he didn't want to work with her when she dropped by his hotel.

She smoothed the front...