When the priest pronounced them married, Alessandro leaned in to kiss her—a brief, chaste press of lips that was entirely appropriate for a business arrangement.
Except his hand came up to cup her jaw, gentle and intentional, and the kiss lasted just slightly longer than necessary.
When he pulled back, his eyes held something that definitely wasn't business-like.
"Countess Ferretti," he murmured.
"Count Ferretti," she managed, proud that her voice didn't waver.