Chapter 152

• It was then that I heard her all too familiar laugh, turning in the direction I had actually been looking only moments ago. Even then, it still took a fraction of a second for me to recognize her. She had been amongst the other workers, working along side them. One of those baskets likewise attached to her hip, and by its appearance, already near bursting with fresh picked grapes. But what had caught me by surprise, and confused me momentarily, was the fact she had cut her long beautiful hair. Suffice it to say, it was now short... almost shorter than my own, giving her a devilish sort of sassy look, like she needed it. Whether it was mussed up on purpose, or part of her styling, I had no clue, but she looked sexy as hell either way. In seconds she had sprung the few feet separating us and was suddenly in my arms again.
• "Welcome to my home," he said purring in my ear, pressing those magnificent breasts of hers against me almost as purposefully as Greta had done.
• "About that," I snickered. "Interesting sign. I couldn't help wondering if Matteo realized what the smile was doing."