She smiled when she saw him.
"I'll meet you downstairs," he said. "Save me a seat."
She stepped closer, adjusting the towel at his hip as if it needed straightening, she just needed an excuse to touch him again.
"You won't be long?" she asked softly.
"No."
She nodded once and turned gracefully toward the door. "I'll be waiting." Bianca smiled exuberantly and stepped out of the room. Her heels clicked against the marble hallway. They were slender, sharpened things, black and lethal in design. Functional as a murder weapon, literally. One well aimed stomp and a man would remember her forever.
Luca stood in the quiet aftermath of steam and roses. He moved toward the closet, fingers brushing against suits. He pulled out a fitted short. A plain t shirt. Soft cotton.
Just as he moved toward the door, he noticed the travel duffel placed neatly by the bench. He crouched, unzipped the smaller pocket, and retrieved the small box tucked inside.
