Chapter 10Dominic stared out the window, looking down at the Mediterranean as his plane approached the Italian peninsula. His journey from Detroit to New York had been uneventful and, despite a little snow, his flight for Italy had departed on time. He looked down at the sun dancing on the waves of the Mediterranean, the cold and cloudy weather of North America just a memory. He had chosen to fly to Milan this time, and from there it would be a train ride of just a few hours to Venice.
Milan was surprisingly cold, but he hardly noticed as his mind was totally focused on Sandro. Gazing out the train’s window, he saw nothing of the countryside, just his lover’s face staring back at him. How had he gotten through these last two and a half months without him? He didn’t want to think about tha
