I’ve seen and heard a lot of things.

Her words ricocheted around my head. Maybe I was going about this whole spying thing all wrong. But my thoughts were interrupted by Luca’s return. He strode into the kitchen looking like he was ready to attend a party on a yacht in cocoa brown shorts with big pockets that came to his knees and a white, long-sleeved, pullover shirt made of some thin material you could practically see through. The sleeves were rolled up over his powerful forearms and it was split open from his neck to the tops of his hard abs. On his feet were slip-on sneakers, much like...