Grayson nodded, unapologetic. “Because I love you, Prickles. You’ll always come first, so I’m asking you to go back to Naples with Rhett and Jace, so I can focus on finding your mafia prince. Honestly, I’d rather send you to a remote cabin in fucking Iceland or something but I know you wouldn’t go, so I’m scaling back to a reasonable request. I have security in Naples.”
