Page 3 of Naz & Roz

So what if his eyes were as dark as night. And who cared if his jaw looked like it had been chiseled from stone? Did it matter that he looked like he could probably bench press two-hundred pounds easily?

Apparently, her body cared.

It was strange—Roz had been so focused on being a world class pianist for the better part of her teenage years that things like boys and dating had been pushed to the side. Sure, she’d gone out occasionally with a guy, but that was it. It rarely went beyond one date, and she’d never found a guy who made her want to simply stare at him because of the way he looked while he fucking talked.

And to her brother, no less.

Luca told her to say hi.

Ha.

Roz wasn’t quite sure she was up to that right now. If she opened her mouth and something stupid came out, she would die.

“There you are, Roz.”

At the sound of Catherine—Naz’s mom—Donati’s voice, Roz spun around in her shoes. She didn’t want someone to catch her staring. That would be embarrassing.

“How’s it feel to be back in New York again?” Catherine asked, giving her a quick hug. “You know your mom and dad are so proud of you, right? They tell us everything.”

Roz smiled. “I bet. And it’s good to be back.”

“I hear you have something huge coming up. An audition, right?”

She shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not what I heard,” Catherine said slyly.

“Okay, so it’s kind of a big deal.”

Catherine winked. “You’re going to be amazing, Roz.”

“Thanks.”

The woman gave her another brilliant smile, and then someone behind Roz caught her attention. “Oh, there’s Miggy. By the way, your father was looking for Luca. Could you let him know for me?”

Roz glanced in the direction she had last seen her brother with Naz. “Yeah, he’s right over—”

Not there now.

“I’ll find him,” Roz said.

Catherine nodded. “Oh, and by the way …”

Roz glanced back at the woman. “Yeah?”

“You know, Nazio responds better when you speak to him, Roz … and not just stare at him. Conversation is what makes that young man’s mind go. And once you make his mind start to go, the rest of him quickly follows. I blame it on the genius thing. His mind is the gateway to everything.”

She blinked.

Apparently, her staring had not gone unnoticed.

Catherine grinned slyly. “Good luck. Have fun.”

Well, then …