Dressed already in gray slacks and white dress shirt, he held a breakfast tray in his hands and insisted she join him for cappuccino and croissants on the bedroom balcony. “The air is brisk this morning, bella. Wear my robe outside,” he said curtly, and strode toward the double doors. Tying the sash around her waist, she joined him after a brief visit to the bathroom, a splash of water to her face and quick brush of her teeth and hair. The sky was dotted with clouds this morning, a few very dark indeed. Down the mountain, many of the workers in the vineyards and olive groves were reporting to the factory for the day. She was grateful for the use of Sergio’s robe to preserve her modesty as well as her health. Sergio stood at the railing, overlooking his land and his staff. On his face was a decided frown. She kissed his cheek and brushed his black curls back from his forehead. “You worry over something. What is it?” He shook his head, the lines in his brow furrowing more before he spoke.
