"You, caro, need sex," Luca declared as they walked to the Red Witch.
Nick thought of Rosalind and felt a longing in both his groin and chest. "What makes you say that?"
"The cagey look in your eyes." His nemesis pointed at his face. "It's sex, or you need to race."
"I don't need to race."
"Of course you do. Racing is in our blood." Luca clapped him on the back. "Fortunately, Australia is around the corner, and not long after that will be Monte Carlo."
He glanced at his rival. "Why do you want me to be in Monte Carlo so badly?"
"You must allow me to beat you. My manhood demands it of you."
"You need to keep your manhood to yourself." He pushed open the door to the bar and let the Italian enter first.
"Charming," Luca proclaimed, a predatory gleam lighting his eyes. "I'm not sure why I doubted your choice, my friend. I apologize."
Frowning, Nick watched the Italian make a beeline for the bar and a group of women huddled conspiratorially at one end. He rolled his eyes as he watched Luca flash his lady-killer smile at them.
Then he spotted a familiar blond head and froze. Rosalind. He quickly looked at the other three women, who bore a distinct resemblance to her-and Summer.
The sisters. He slowed his steps, wondering how to proceed. If he were smart he'd-
What? Leave? He couldn't leave without it seeming strange. Besides, he couldn't possibly walk away when Rosalind was so close. Or when Luca was so close to her.
"Nick." Luca waved him over. "How clever of you to find this remarkable place. Come meet my new friends."
Rosalind peered over the Italian's shoulder. "Some of us are old friends."
And a pair of them were lovers, although he wasn't certain anyone knew.
She must have read the question in his gaze, because she gave him a subtle shake of her head.
No overt affection-good to know. He joined them, but he only had eyes for Rosalind. "How are you?"
"Better." She smiled up at him, silently telling him she wanted to kiss him. But then she turned to the ladies. "Nick, these are my older sisters, Beatrice, Viola, and Portia. Everyone, this is Nick."
Luca put a finger under Beatrice's chin and redirected her gaze back to him. "The view is better this way, no?"
"I hadn't noticed." She deliberately moved her chin from his grip.
Nick grinned and stuck out his hand toward Rosalind's sister. "I have a feeling we're going to get long magnificently."
"Interesting." She shot Rosalind a look. "Are you keeping secrets, Ros?"
The other sister who looked weary around her eyes, Viola, lifted her shot glass to signal Niamh for another drink. "It seems like it's what we do."
The third sister, who wore black head to toe like a cat burglar, leaned toward Luca. "For the record, I think the view is lovely."
The Italian raised his brows at Beatrice. "Your sister shows good sense."
Beatrice tipped her head, her lips pursed with feigned contemplation. "Perhaps you should sit with her then."
Niamh arrived with a saucy smile and elbowed Nick's side. "Joining the party?"
"A couple pints for us," he said, looking questioningly at the ladies.
