Mackenna was in her office working furiously and trying to get over the anger she had felt this morning. It wasn’t right. She had fallen asleep in Alessandro’s arms on the sofa, and she had felt safe, content, and happy. She’d had dreams of making love with him and of sleeping with him, in his warm embrace exhausted from lovemaking.
Her heart was acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be back in his arms, but her head was telling her she was a bigger i***t today than she’d been five years ago. Her anger was self-directed, because when she’d woken alone in her tiny twin bed, tucked into it, she’d instantly reached for him, and he wasn’t there. Finding herself along, she’d begun sobbing like a fool. She was crying at the drop of a hat over Alessandro Giordano. It was si
