Emma’s POV:
There are some things in life that one simply cannot accept as reality. Your mother being an alien. A man looking good in a speedo. Any sane human being not eating some of the raw cookie dough before they bake it.
Matteo being married.
“I don’t know, man,” the whisper comes from nearby. “She’s been like this since the boss left.”
“And you guys just left her here?” A sharp inhale. “Wait a minute. Is she eating my cool ranch doritos? Who the hell gave her those?”
“I think she found them on her own, Suarez.”
“That was the last bag!” There’s a huff followed by footsteps, then a tall figure clad in black stands in front of me.
I don’t lift my head, still staring off into the distance, munching on the doritos. I wonder when Matteo had met that Sienna girl. When they’d got
