Chapter 23
Spontaneity isn’t my specialty. I’m a logical thinker. A realist. That’s why Anna and I are best friends. She’s my yin, and I’m her yang. Or whatever it is. So, the morning after agreeing to Leo’s—at the time—irresistibly sexy proposition, my head was overloaded with doubt and questions.
How do I ask Matteo for the time off?
What do I say I’m doing in Monopoli? And overnight, for that matter?
What if Francesca picks up on something? I’m a terrible liar. Couldn’t keep a secret if my life depended on it.
And why am I even lying? Shouldn’t I be choosing my family over a holiday fling?
And I don’t even know Leo well enough. He could be a café manager by day, a murderer by night.
Okay, so that last one was me being irrational again, but by mid-morning, my nerves were a mess, a
