CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE – LARRY SEES THE TRUTH

A few days later, Joan found herself at an upscale restaurant, seated across from Alessandro. The candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow on his chiseled features. "I hope you don't mind," Alessandro said, his voice low and smooth. "I took the liberty of ordering for us both." Joan smiled, still somewhat overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding them. "Not at all. I trust your taste." Alessandro's lips quirked in that small smile she'd grown to love. "I'm glad to hear it. How has your week been?" Joan hesitated, debating whether to share her work struggles. "It's been... challenging. I've been having trouble focusing at the clinic." Alessandro's dark eyes studied her intently. "Because of me?" "Not entirely," Joan hedged. "But... yes, partly. I can't seem to get you out of my head." Alessandro reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. "I understand. You've been occupying my thoughts as well." The electricity of his touch sent shivers down Joan's spine. She was about