Chapter 6
“What are you doing here?” Caterina cried. Of all times for Santo to reappear in her life, why tonight? She leaned against the rear door of her house to support herself. His mere presence had unhinged her; his attraction was instantly as powerful as it had ever been.
His sun-bronzed hand on hers rooted her to the spot, and a current crackled between them. “I have to talk to you.”
“I . . . I can’t.” She tore her gaze from the depths of his azure eyes. She saw her mother was charging across the crowded patio toward them, slicing through the festive partygoers with hardly a glance around her.
Though Caterina loved her daughter more than life itself, she’d already made one drastic, irrevocable mistake with this man. However, despite her resolve, if Santo beckoned again, she would
