Will arrived to his hotel room after another day of battle. Things in Italy were worse than he feared. He didn’t intend to stay as long as he had. The memory of Emma, and how had been that night stayed with him. He couldn’t wait to get back and have an encore performance.
Any other business trip would have found him with a different girl in his hotel room each night. There was only one girl on his mind, and it was strange to him. Their “relationship” had taken twists and turns he hadn’t anticipated. Not once did he imagine things would happen the way they did. How interesting.
He looked at the clock and saw it was time to call Emma. As he waited for her to answer, a small smile crept over his face without his permission.
“Hey,” she answered. He could hear that she was messing wi
