Francesca
I like to hear you say that, dolcezza.
Do you have any late calls?
No, I have to go to a meeting.
I stopped my horse. "Are you leaving the property?"
He leaned forward in the saddle, bracing himself on his forearms.
Yes.
Where are you going?
You know I can't tell you that.
Why?
Drawing his horse closer, he reached out to touch my face.
"You can never know the details of my business. I won't risk sending you to prison."
The police won't mind if you tell me a little something, Faust.
No, Francesca. The only person going to prison is me.I don't want you to go to prison either.
His expression softened. "There's an expression in Italian: 'Hai voluto la bicicletta? E adesso pedala!'
What does that mean?
'You wanted the bike? Now get on.
