Chapter 3
Their week continued in much the same fashion. Trips to the beach. Bike rides. Art museums. Gift shops. Trips to the bakery each morning. Usually, they brought their treasures back to the condo to have breakfast in private, but one morning they made a point of getting up early and getting to the bakery while it was still dark, then having their breakfast down on the pier as they watched the sunrise. They decided that they would always have dinner back at the condo, getting used to cooking and working together in the kitchen. It allowed them to have the kind of conversations they needed to have in private, discussing their plans for the future.
“You’re sure you can’t extend your vacation to spend some more time here with me?” Marco asked Dean.
“No, I only have nine days. I do h
