Hours later, long after Isabella had calmed her head and was deep in thought, thinking about how best to handle Luca…her phone rang.
She reached for it, then hesitated when she saw the name on the screen…Dante Romano. She stared at it for a while, then finally decided to answer.
“Hello?”
“Bella!,” his familiar voice came through the line, warm and confident. “I was thinking about taking you up on that drink you still owe me.”
She chuckled, despite herself. “You’re relentless, you know that?”
“It’s one of my better traits. I'm thinking a drive outside the city would be fun as well…less noise, better wine. You in?”
She considered the offer very carefully before giving him an answer. “Alright Dante, but where exactly are you taking me?”
“I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes...” and the
