Vittoria smiled back at Carlo, who huddled under his parasol in the sun.
“You coming?” she asked.
“If you’re going to be on my case about the parasol again, I’m going to stay home.”
She rolled her eyes. “I was just teasing you a bit. It’s cute, really.”
“UV rays are no joke, Vittoria,” he said.
His voice so grave she couldn’t help but laugh, and his face softened into a smile. She forced herself to look away and get into the taxi next to Camillo. Since she had gotten him out of jail, he had warmed up to her, but he still kept a polite distance, except for those rare moments when he looked at her like that.
“Sunbather’s retreat,” Carlo told the driver as he got into the front seat. “As for payment…”
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