Chapter 22
Tuscany, Italy
Dani
MARCO AND I WENT upstairs to our room, sat down in comfortable chairs and looked at each other. The stunned expression on his face said it all. “Babe,” I said, “you look as though you could use a drink.”
“I’ll settle for a hot shower, followed by some TLC.”
“You’re on.”
As we were undressing, his sat phone rang; he glanced at the display and took the call.
“Yes, Sir,” he said, “thank you for the information. Go ahead and file a flight plan, and we’ll be at the airport around nine. … Thank you.”
“That was the pilot,” he said.
“I sort of figured that out.”
He looked at me, shrugged, and said, “Why me?”
“Because, lover of mine, you’re the best man for the job. That’s why. This is no time to start feeling sorry for yourself.”
“Yeah, I guess. Now, abou
