All eyes fixed on Damiano, who shrugged slightly, sipping his wine. “Andrea has taken some time off to reevaluate his priorities.” He looked his relatives in the eyes, one after another. Jordan watched in surprise and reluctant admiration as every single one of them dropped their gazes—even the men twice Damiano’s age. Even Ferrara. Jordan hadn’t thought there was a man on the planet who could discomfit Raffaele-fucking-Ferrara. Apparently there was.
