It was Saturday morning and Mackenna was standing in the middle of her new kitchen and directing movers on where to put the handful of things they had kept. Nuncio had arranged additional security to keep the movers from talking to the reporters and Padma and Derrick, now officially a couple, were helping her unpack the kitchen items.
She held up a whisk. “I didn’t even know we owned one of these.”
“You didn’t,” Nuncio grumbled as he plucked it from her fingers and put it in a drawer. “I had to go buy one.” As she opened her mouth he grinned, “it’s yours now. I billed it to Alessandro.”
She shook her head at the mention of his name. It had been six days since she’d left his hotel room after giving him an ultimatum. She had not heard anything from him in all the time, but she also noted
