“You can count on it, Jennifer,” his voice purred in her mind.
Jen ignored him and turned her attention back to the newcomers.
“Peri.” The male held out his hand in a welcoming gesture. “It is good to see you again.” He looked at Decebel and then Jen. “Decebel and Jennifer, welcome to Italy.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised that he knows my name, should I?” Jen asked the woman standing next to the yummy, Italian man, YIM for short, which is how Jen would think of him from this day forward.
“I swear you’re not going to be able to sit for a week,” Decebel snapped, his voice as sharp as a whip in her head.
“You do realize I could take that as a promise instead of a threat, right? Maybe you should work on your definition of a punishment, B.” Jen knew she might be pushing just a little too much
