Living in this house has never been an option for me. I can’t stay at Pierce’s place, though. Not with Francesca living there. But I certainly hadn’t planned on a real estate tour being one of the first things I did upon my return. “What time?” “In thirty minutes. I’ve already notified Giovanni. He’s outside with the town car.” “Let’s get this over with.” We head down the stairs to the first floor. The house is quiet. Marta steps into the foyer as though waiting on our arrival. “Good morning, gentlemen.”
