THIRTY-TWO
“You’re not yourself.”
Her wandering mind took a second to catch on that Greg was speaking. “Sorry,” she said, tossing her hair away from her shoulder. “I’m focused. Ask me again.”
He laughed, in a polite way. “We’re off our game. It’s been a while since we did this.”
Being interviewed by Greg was a more pleasant experience in Rome. Regal furniture just lay about all over the place. Each of them had their own embroidered settee. A carved coffee table with an engraved glass top took up the space between them. Everything was just… fancy.
“It’s gorgeous around here,” Roxie said, admiring the cornice on the ceiling. “The whole place is like straight out of history.”
“You like Europe?”
“I do,” she said, widening her smile. “I want to explore every corner.”
“And, unfortunately
