Wendy Lombardi lounged lazily on the leather sofa, her slender legs crossed. Her diamond-studded pink manicure glittered under the lights.

Tony Lombardi hurried over with an exquisite bone china bowl filled with freshly made tremella soup. "Sweetheart, drink it while it's hot." He offered it carefully, his face plastered with an ingratiating smile.

Milo Roland stood nearby, his eyes wide. This usually imposing tough guy now resembled a fawning puppy.

"The kitchen's full of fumes. You shouldn't go there while pregnant." Tony's rough hands gently massaged Wendy's calves.

Wendy's red lips curved slightly. "I was just chatting with Jenna in the kitchen."

Tony's hands froze. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Tony Lombardi." Wendy's gaze turned icy. "You know my rules. If I find another woman around you..." Her fingertip traced his Adam's apple. "I'll make her disappear without a trace."

Milo sucked in a sharp breath. This woman was as beautiful as a rose—with equally deadly thorns.

"I swear on my life!" Tony raised three fingers. "You're the only one I'll ever love!" He discreetly wiped his sweat, silently grateful Jenna had kept her mouth shut.

Wendy shoved the empty bowl back into Tony's hands. "Get Milo a bowl too."

"No need, sis—" Milo waved his hands hastily.

"Summer heat causes inflammation." Wendy's eyes gleamed. "Tremella nourishes the lungs."

Tony fled to the kitchen like a pardoned convict. He patted his chest in relief—thank God he'd warned Jenna beforehand, or he'd be skinned alive today.

Aromatic scents wafted from the dining room. Jenna removed her apron and called out, "Tony, Wendy, dinner's ready."

"So soon?" Wendy arched a brow.

"Nanny Florence helped me." Jenna smiled, pulling out a chair.

Wendy rose gracefully, her skirt swishing in a perfect arc. "Then I must taste it properly." Her stilettos clicked sharply against the floor as she strode toward the dining room.