The line rang once. Twice.
Diana frowned, pulling the phone slightly away from her ear to check the glowing screen.
It was late, but it wasn't that late. Vittoria was an Italian millionaire; she operated on international time zones. Surely, she wasn't already asleep?
On the third ring, the line finally clicked open.
"Pronto?"
Diana blinked, completely thrown off.
The voice on the other end of the line was a deep, gravelly baritone wrapped in a thick, authentic Italian accent. It was undeniably male.
Diana held the phone back to her ear, maintaining a stunned silence. Why was a man answering Vittoria Rossi's personal cell phone at this hour?
'A secretary,' Diana quickly rationalized, rolling her eyes. 'Of course. Vittoria is exactly like my baby brother. She's such a dedicated workaholic that she probably fell asleep at the office, and her assistant is handling her calls. They really are perfect for each other.'
