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"I could use a vacation," I admit.
"That’s obvious."
I hit him with a glare. "No need to get sassy."
"I didn’t mean it in a derogatory way. You’re clearly stressed—and not merely due to the kidnapping."
"How so?"
"Allow me." Medici motions for me to press my back against his chest.
My cheeks flush pink. "I’ll pass."
"Shhh. Don't fight."
Medici brings his meaty palms to my shoulders. He rolls them around my tense muscles, kneading them. His thumbs are powerful. Seasoned. Experienced.
"Better?" Medici growls.
I’m rock hard. Christ on a cracker. Heat twitches my dick, making it strain against my PJ bottoms.
"All better." I quickly tuck my cock into my waistband so he doesn’t see it. "Great hands."
Medici smirks. "Let’s get our asses to the breakfast table before Nonna blows a gasket."
* * *
"Oh myGosh." Nonna wipes her hands on her apron as she rushes toward me. "You’re adorable."
A blush seeps into my cheeks. "Hi, Nonna."
"How old are you? Nineteen?"
"Twenty."
"I was in the ballpark! Ahh, boy. It was such a shame I couldn’t greet you last night when you arrived. I can’t stay up late like I used to—I’m in bed afterItalian Jeopardy.Once in a while, I’ll turn onArt Italiaand gaze at the wonderful paintings of Romulus and Remus the old salesman I have a crush on is hawking, but most of the time, once I take my evening medication—i.e. my nightcap—I’m conked out. You caught me on a bad night. I was in bed by seven. Seven! I’m not the little girl I used to be."
The smell of pastries and fresh oranges enters my nose. I inhale deeply. The ticking of a timer in the kitchen reaches my ears and mingles with the bird calls outside.
I look at Nonna in her cozy apron and slippers, and shake my head in amusement.
"It’s okay." I accept her hug.
She squeezes me tight. "You’ll find yourself at home here. I’m something of a mother hen who adopts every boy she sees—don’t ask me how my grandchildren roped me into that position."
"Where are my brothers, Nonna?" Medici growls.
Nonna turns to him as she untangles herself from my arms. "They went to Mount Etna bright and early this morning with their boys while you and Mattie were sleeping."
"Damn." Medici pushes out a grunt. "I needed to speak to Amedeo."
Nonna wags her index finger in Medici’s face. "You’re getting old. Ten years ago, you would’ve gotten up when our rooster crowed at dawn."
Medici rolls his eyes. "I flew across the Atlantic. Give me a break."
I tiptoe toward Medici. "Buck up, buttercup."
His right brow lifts. "You’re one to talk."
