The moment we enter, the hostess perks up, her eyes grazing appreciatively over Luca. "Right this way, Mr. Volkanov. Your usual table is all ready for you.""Thank you, Bettina," Luca says and places a hand on my back, guiding me through the dining room.As we pass by other tables, several people nod or greet Luca. He's a man of importance and, like me, it has everything to do with his last name. He may be the youngest Volkanov, but people respect and fear Matthias.Once we reach the corner table, Luca pulls my chair out and I sit. I'm tense and I know I need to relax, but my nerves are bouncing all over the place. Unfolding my cloth napkin, needing something to do, I lay it across my lap and start fidgeting with the silverware. Luca reaches over and lays his hand over mine, stopping its movements."What's wrong, Finley?" he asks in a low voice.Am I that easy to read? Not sure what to admit, I watch as he turns my hand over and begins to circle his index finger on my palm."Talk to m
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