Matteo snorted. “You think I’m in love with you?”
She tipped her head to the side. “Well, aren’t you?”
Matteo shook his head sadly. “Honey, I wish I had half your confidence.”
She frowned, images from the last few months spiraling through her memory. “But the hugs, the meals, the hanging out late at night, the sharing a bottle of wine. It seems like you like me.”
“I do.” Matteo ran his hand down his long face.
She smiled, gratified they finally arrived to the same destination.
“Only not like that.”
Her smile disappeared.
Matteo chewed his lip before choosing his words carefully. “Listen, I don’t have a lot of friends.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “That’s ridiculous. Then who are you delivering presents and flowers to all the time?”
“I mean good friends. That I can be myself
