Ettore drags a hand through his hair and gives an exasperated sigh as his eyes flicker over everyone in the cabin. I can see him trying to control his frustration with me and having to have this conversation in front of our small audience. —Elizabeth. — he blows air in a sigh: — You – you. — He looks around at the crowd and then his eyes finally return to me, impatience prevailing. — You test me on every level. Ignore me. — he mumbles realizing he's saying it out loud. —What should I think?
I look up at him and down, mouth pursing at the thought. I am the type to enjoy playing with it, making the man who is so sure of himself, who always gets what he wants, have to work for something. — I am not sure I want you . — I tease him. I hear Haddie suck in a breath at my flippant comment and the
