At first it startles me and I get up with a jolt, ready to wake Matteo — but he’s nowhere to be seen. Unsure whether to feel panic or relief, I scramble out of bed and into the kitchen, where David is talking on the telephone, a cup of coffee in hand. He frowns at me as I enter. “Thanks, I’ll call you later,” I hear him say before he ends the call. He looks stern, almost angry as he takes a sip from his cup. Shit. “Who is this man?” He asks curtly, pointing out the window into the garden. Although I’m already pretty certain that it’s Matteo I crane my neck, pretending to act uninterested. Double shit. “Oh, him? He’s just the gardener?” I can hear my own heartbeat, and for a second I worry that he can hear it too. Did David find him in my bed? Did Matteo confess what happened between us last night? I gulp. He raises one eyebrow. “We have a gardener now?” “Yes,” I shrug. “The garden needed a little extra attention, so I thought we could use a gardener. I can feel my cheeks beginning to flush, but thankfully he’s turned away to rinse his cup in the sink.
