Kenzie Anne - Florentine Part 2 -11.11.21- Page

“I found it.” He pulled a small object from his jacket pocket. A leather-bound book, no bigger than her palm, the cover tooled with a faded fleur-de-lis. Florentine. Late 16th century.

“Before I show you,” he said, “you need to understand. This isn’t a love story, Kenzie. It’s a warning.” Kenzie Anne - Florentine Part 2 -11.11.21-

Now it was November 11th, 2021. The Feast of St. Martin. Summer’s last illusion was dead. “I found it

She grabbed her coat.

He closed the door behind him, shaking rainwater from the collar of his worn leather jacket. Matteo Conti—art restorer, thief of her sleep, keeper of a secret he still hadn’t told her. He crossed the room and stood close enough that she could smell turpentine, rain, and the faint ghost of espresso. Late 16th century