Ethan's mind usually doesn't drift, but on the drive back to the De Luca estate it wanders with out his consent. Several details kept replaying themselves over and over. Most of the visitors who came to the town didn't rent expensive sports  cars, or have enough money to pay import taxes. His better judgement tells him that she's not all that she's appearing to be. How strange and coincendently that Cleo appears when his underlings had yet again mentioned about producing an heir.<br/><br/>The gates flanking the drive to the old villa open when they pick up the sensor on the bottom of the lambo. Stepping out into the parking complex, Ethan throws his suit jacket over his shoulder and heads for his personal quarters. It's not to long that his long black hair is fanning out over his shoulders, and he finds himself staring at his closet, trying to decide what to wear before he takes a shower. He decides on the armani black and silver pin striped suit, with a good burgundy silk tie. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts before dissapearing into the master bathroom.<br/><br/>After showering, he dresses in his undershirt and suit pants, a towel drapped over his shoulders to keep his hair from dripping down his back. He wanders outside close to the edge of the villa yard where two thouroughbred mares wicker a greeting from a fenced in enclosure. He truly smiles at them, feeling at peace around the gentle creatures. He spends a couple hours wandering the grounds of the estate, before returning to his rooms to dawn his good suit jacket and head out in the lambo.<br/><br/>He takes the drive slow, but still arrives about five minutes earlier. He knocks, wondering if she's ready.