Chapter 39 Disconcerted

• The Italian don had never found a morning so beautiful. And the woman nestled peacefully in his arms was more breathtaking than anything he had ever seen.
• She slept soundly, curled up against him like a small baby as if he were her favorite stuffed toy.
• A silent chuckle rumbled in his chest as he recalled her anxious whispers about someone catching him in her room. In truth, no one would dare say a word, even if they found him there. But his amusement faded as a thought settled in—everyone knew who he truly was, except her.