CHAPTER TWENTY
“Did you sleep well, Keira?” Cristiano asked when he collected her from her hotel the next day.
“Very well,” Keira replied, hearing her own clipped tone.
Cristiano must have heard it too, because a small crease of confusion appeared between his eyebrows.
“Are you looking forward to Venice today?” he asked her, as they exited the lobby and began their gentle amble along the cobblestone streets in the direction of the train station.
She nodded. “I have a lot of work to do, though,” she said. “I may need to use the train journey for writing.”
“Of course,” Cristiano replied, an air of hesitation in his tone. “Whatever you need.”
They fell into silence. It was another beautiful sunshiny day in Rome, and the city looked sun-drenched and stunning. Keira was sad to say goodby
