CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Keira’s time on the Amalfi Coast soon came to an end. With Cristiano by her side, she boarded the ferry back to the mainland, heading toward Naples. Like the gentleman he was proving himself to be, Cristiano took care of her luggage.
“I’m not much looking forward to being in Naples again,” Keira told him.
“It’s not the best of cities,” Cristiano agreed. “Especially compared to somewhere like Capri. But it is not as bad as some make it out to be.”
“My first guide seemed to think the city was controlled by the mafia and that everyone fought each other all the time. I still don’t know if he was just trying to scare me.”
Cristiano seemed amused by the anecdote. “You must be pleased to have been paired with me,” he said, boldly.
Keira allowed a smile to flit across her l
