Chapter 16
‘So tell me about all the gorgeous Italian men you’ve met,’ Anna asked.
I’d woken early again and gone for a walk, ending up at the docks watching the fishermen head off in their tiny boats. Perched on a bench overlooking the bay, I waited for Anna’s face to fill my phone screen. The connection wasn’t that great for FaceTime, but it was so good to hear her voice.
‘I’ve been too busy to meet gorgeous Italian men.’
‘Aw, come on, I don’t believe it. You must have come across some in the café, or friends of your cousin? This trip can’t be all work and no play, Dem. You know what that makes?’
‘A dull Demi?’
‘Exactly!’
‘Well, sorry to bore you. But I can tell you all about the special flour we use to make our pasta and bread.’
Anna rolled her eyes. ‘Noooo.’
I shifted on the e
