I sighed. “It’s time for me to leave.” Adamo pressed his lips against mine and kissed me passionately. When he pulled back and released me, Dima’s expression had darkened even more. “Did you tell him goodbye?” Dima asked when we got into the car together. “It wasn’t a goodbye. It was a see-you-later.” Dima sent me an exasperated look. “That’s not what your father wants.” “It’s what I want,” I said sharply.
