The spa’s soothing atmosphere envelops me as I walk in, spotting Ivan already there with his British Shorthair, Emma.
“Hello, Andrea,” Ivan says, standing to embrace me.
“How are you doing?” I ask, returning the hug.
“Seeing you today has made my day, krasivyy,” Ivan says, his smile warm. “And you?”
“I’m doing fine,” I reply, dropping off Fiona with the spa staff as Ivan does the same with Emma. We settle into the waiting area, sipping complimentary coffee.
“So, when are you heading back to Sicily?” I ask, still marveling at the odds that both men in my life are based in the same place.
“Tomorrow,” Ivan says, his expression turning serious.
“So soon?” I pout, genuinely enjoying his company.
“Yeah, and Andrea,” he reaches for my hand across the table, his gaze intense. “I want to a
