Chapter 17

“Is it really okay for me to visit him?” Dario asked. “I’m not that good with dead bodies.”

“Hey, watch your words!” I scolded him. He almost sounded like Matteo. “Vince is not dead. He can probably hear us too—so watch your words around him.”

“Got it, I’m sorry,” Dario spoke. “You’re scary when you’re angry, but I like angry women—it turns me on.” He smirked as we walked into the elevator.

“Of course it does,” I smirked back. Dario shamelessly flirting with me despite knowing I had a fiance took a lot of courage, that was for sure. He leaned his hand against the wall and stared at me while I looked the other way and tried to avoid his gaze.

“It looks like Siena loves your rose!” I changed the subject and pointed to Siena, who had put the toy into her mouth. “It appears so,” Dario spoke and kept his eyes on me.

“Look, we’re here.” I smiled, relieved, and pushed the stroller out of the elevator. Serena, you’re not Christian, I told myself over and over a