CHAPTER 24
A DOUBLE DATE
A week later, Elena answered the door to Francesco. Luckily for him, Nunziata wasn’t home. He looked dashing in fitted black pants, a white silk buttoned-up shirt and fine Italian leather shoes. He had stubble that enhanced his good-looks. Since their kiss, he hadn’t brought up his feelings. He acted as if the kiss had never happened. Maybe he felt it was a mistake. Elena had no idea where she stood with Francesco.
Elena smiled and locked the door behind her. She followed him to his car parked nearby and sat in the passenger seat. Her stomach tingled, and she was aware of his eyes following her legs when her floral dress lifted above her knees. With her right hand, she pressed down her dress and looked away, feeling her face redden. Oh, how she longed for him to
