much obligated to go. I warn you itâll be a bit wild, but I thought you might find it interesting, and we could always go somewhere else afterââ
âIâd love to go,â she said, taking the invitation. A drop of rain smudged the ink. âBut Iâm flying to New York tomorrow at noon. Iâm organizing a show of Murano glass jewelry for the gallery there . . . Roccoâs actually . . .â
Alessandro looked disappointed. She wished every plane in the country would be grounded so she could go to the party with him. Another bomb scare? âIâll be back in a week. Maybe then . . .â
âYes. Call me. We can go for dinner.â
She went to give back the invitation, but he shook his head. âKeep it,â he said. âIn case you change your mind about going to New York, or thereâs another bomb scare.â
She laughed. âI was thinking the same thing. Iâd call one in myself, but then you really would have to arrest me.â
He laughed too, and there was a sudden easiness between them.
âWill you play your encore again for me sometime?â she asked.
His smile lit up the night. âIf youâll let me kiss you now, Iâll play it as often as you like.â
Of course she let him, stepping into the circle of his arms while the rain fell behind her on the canal.
âYou need to get back to your father,â she whispered.
âIâll call you a water taxi.â
âIâd rather walk, and youâre the one who says Venice is safe.â
âIt is. But trouble seems to have a way of finding you here. Or maybe itâs me trouble follows. Either way, Iâd be far more comfortable if youâd let me send Dadâs bodyguard with you. And text me when the door is locked behind you.â
She agreed, wishing Alessandro was seeing her home. Sheâd invite him in, of course, and heâd of course say yes, and they could pick up this kiss where they had left off . . .
As if reading her thoughts, he said, âBelieve me, I wish I could be the one taking you home. I canât believe itâll be another week before I can kiss you again . . .â
He kissed her now while they waited for the bodyguard to appear. After Alessandro introduced him as Francesco, they wished each other a more demure goodnight and parted ways.
She recognized the street she and Francesco followed, and she watched the doors until she found the one bearing Marcoâs name. She paused and looked up at the shuttered windows. âMy cousin lives here,â she explained to Francesco. âBut heâs in Iceland right now.â
It was strange Marco had never asked her to keep an eye on his apartment while he was away. She worried she might have offended him with her lack of enthusiasm for it. Did he sense she thought his taste ostentatious?
Marco tried too hard, she thought. He tried too hard with his apartment, just like he tried too hard with men. She really hoped this new relationship worked out for him. He really deserved to find someone wonderful.
They crossed the Grand Canal by way of the Accademia Bridge and soon turned into Oliviaâs street. Francesco insisted on coming in with her and checking the apartment before he left. It seemed like overkill. Even if someone wanted to get into her apartment, theyâd have three locked doors to get through: the one from the street into the courtyard, the one into the building, and the one into the apartment itself. But Francesco was only doing his job, so she waited awkwardly inside the door while he checked the rooms.
âMake sure you fasten the deadbolt too,â he said when he finished.
She thanked him and wished him a goodnight, then locked the door and immediately fastened the deadbolt.
Text me when the door is locked behind you
, Alessandro had said. She took out her cellphone and saw two texts, one from Marco and another from Silvio.
The one from Silvio had come in
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