Val sighed instantly, melting into the chair. "Oh, that's good."
Luca sighed in resignation. Why couldn't he ever leave well enough alone? Why did he have to say anything? Telling Valentina she could ask him for anything was apparently the same as handing a greedy person a blank cheque and then acting shocked when they bought a private island.
"Of all the things you could request for?" he drawled. "You chose this."
"What? My feet hurt. They're carrying too much. Me. The baby. Emotional stress. Wedding plans. The burden of being beautiful."
"You just make a sport of humiliating me," Luca said, continuing to massage one foot.
Val sighed in relief. "I think rubbing a pregnant woman's feet is noble....You're very good at this. I'm surprised every time you show a normal human skill."
Luca chuckled and moved to the other foot. "Have you ever heard of the saying, the sins of the father will be visited on the children?"
Val opened one eye. "Where is this going?"
