"When do you plan on taking your rightful place, again?" Francesca's head fell to the side as she looked at me. Age hadn't changed her at all, she still looked the same as she had when I'd last seen her.
Granted, four years didn't change much.
"When the time is right," was my cryptic response. "I happen to think you like being in charge, tia."
"Maybe I do, but it's not my place." She shrugged. "I don't lose any power by giving it to you."
"No, you don't." I let my eyes linger on the sturdy wooden desk she was sitting behind. My father's desk. "Are you willing to hold down the fort until I'm ready?"
"You know I'll do whatever you need me to, sobrina. I'm just wondering what your game plan is. Everyone knows you're alive and in Europe, so why are you still hiding?"
"Who said I'm hiding? Maybe I'm just being private." We both knew that was a lie.
