Riley POVI avoided Luca the next morning with the kind of determination usually reserved for important life goals.
It should not have been difficult. The mansion was large enough for ten families to live inside without seeing one another for days, and Luca usually disappeared into his office before breakfast ended. All I needed to do was focus on the children, keep my answers short, and avoid looking in his direction until he left for training.
Simple.
At least, that was what I told myself while standing in front of my mirror and pretending I had not spent most of the night replaying our conversation on the terrace.
Then tell me what I am.
I still could not believe I had asked him that.
The question had escaped before pride could stop it, leaving me standing there like some desperate
