Smoothing my hands over the material to make sure I didn’t leave any wrinkles, I was torn between breathing a sigh of relief or sitting on the floor and freaking out when I felt something hard in the pocket of Luca’s shirt.

Reaching my hand inside, I felt cool metal and pulled it out.

A key.

I stood there staring at it, wondering if I was courageous enough or stupid enough to go back into Luca’s office. I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. I still had a good thirty minutes, at least, until Luca was done with his workout. Shoving the key into the pocket of my...