By the time I finally sat back, the attendant’s face was crimson, and I bit back a laugh. My mates didn’t give a damn. Not one.
Outside, the wind was warm, carrying the faint scent of pine and distant flowers. Waiting for us was a sleek white limousine, gleaming in the Italian sun. Keegan guided me inside first, his hand resting at the small of my back. The seats were soft, the air cool and scented faintly with leather and something floral.
“Where now?” I asked as the driver pulled away.
“We have an hour by car, kitty,” Keegan said, catching my hand and lifting it to his lips, brushing a kiss across my palm.
I tilted my head. “Aren’t we going to see Florence?”
“Not this time, my love,” Kendrick said, his voice deep and sure. “Too many people. Not safe for the pup.”
I rolled my eyes s
