The Mayback rolled smoothly down the coastal road, the windows open just enough for the cool breeze to sweep in.

The car smelled like leather and salt. Like the ghosts of the villa had followed them along.

Roman kept one hand on the wheel, and the other resting on the gearshift like he didn’t know what to do with them. His eyes were on the road. He hadn’t let anyone drive them…not this time.

Tessa stared out the window, her breath light and soft. She kept replaying last night in her head — the fight, the kiss, the way he said he loved her like it was ripped out of...