His references checked out, the references that Tony ran on him worked out, and his father seemed accepting of another male in his home—one that wasn’t his own flesh and blood anyway. An Anna Taylor, copying in Rocco, had sent him a contract for the carer for Luca to add details and for him and the carer to sign. There was a version in English and Italian, for clarity’s sake. It should have surprised Luca how well connected he was now, but he just wanted this to be done so he could go. “What about a new kitchen?” Edrige asked, watching the carer move his case into the guest room, which had a perfectly fitted en suite bathroom. “You can supervise that yourself,” Luca replied as he set up the payments to the carer’s bank account for the first of every month. For incentive, Luca had given him a month’s salary in advance just so Luca could go home. Naples wasn’t home anymore. He realised that. Home was in the scent of Francesca’s neck, in her smile and her laughter. Edrige noticed he wasn’t paying attention.
