VEDA

Luca was only gone a few minutes when Tony found me in the kitchen, sitting at the table, drinking a cup of tea. Lisa was telling me

her secret to making a great soup.

Wine.

"Hey, Lisa. Veda. I'm Tony."

He held his hand out, and I stood up to greet him. He was younger than Luca, but not by much, with dark hair and eyes and a clean-shaven face. Handsome, I guess. "Hi, Tony," I said, taking his hand. "We've met before."

He smiled, and like that day in Luca's office, there was way more interest there than there should've been as his eyes roved over my face...