"I understand," Marco said carefully, choosing every word. "I merely feared your reaction. Miss Scalese would never hurt you like that," Marco added.
"I know!" Luca exploded, the sudden outburst breaking whatever restraint he had been holding onto. His hand slammed against the desk. "I know!" He turned away again, running both hands through his hair, pacing like a man trying to outrun his own thoughts. "I am not doubting her loyalties," he continued. "What I don't know is why she would go to see him. Why would he be in Italy right at the time she was?" Luca went on. "Is he trying to get back with her? Is he trying to get in her head?"
He let out a harsh breath. "Does he have something on her? What is she hiding from me?" Luca asked. Luca finally stopped pacing. He stood still, his back half-turned, shoulders tense. "I have never been so insecure in my entire life, Marco," he admitted. "And it doesn't help," he added, turning back slowly, "that you are keeping this from me."
