CHAPTER 25
About an hour later, the car stopped in front of a villa. I had been asleep for most of the ride, even though the drive only took an hour.
The area was absolutely beautiful and serene. Bracciano was surrounded by small hills, and beside the town lay a vast volcanic lake. From the villa, the views of the lake and rolling hills were nothing short of breathtaking.
“Wow... It’s beautiful, Nick,” I gasped, the words slipping out before I could stop myself.
I froze. I had called Salvatore by his nickname—too caught up in the moment. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I noticed him hesitate for a second.
“Yes, it is. Especially the lake,” he said simply, nodding as he grabbed our luggage and carried it toward the house.
He completely ignored the fact that I’d called him Nick
