Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine The whole day as I worked, the serious expression on Angelo’s face, the intensity in his gaze as he left Chloé’s room comes back to my mind. He’s not joking around, not at all. And I’m not either. This isn’t some fling for me. But I know deep inside I am still conflicted about entering a serious relationship with a woman, about trusting one enough to give my heart to her. While I wait for dinner to be served, I pour myself a glass of wine and I sit on the veranda overlooking the Mediterranean azure sea waters, in deep thought. At first, I thought it would be a bit of fun if we all shared the girl who had enticed Salvatore so much he stopped his travels across Europe to stay a year in England. We would have some fun and, eventually, we’d end it. Yet now, I’m start
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