ROME

We needed to walk from the parking area to the shop, and we were like strangers.

I offered my arm. “Storm, I don’t bite.”

She rolled her eyes before she gave in. “Fine.”

“I thought after what we shared last night. You already learned to trust me.”

“What we shared?” Her cheeks burned bright red. Maybe her idea went a little deep. I didn’t mind, though. It sounded appealing. Only I didn’t know if it would happen sooner. “We barely shared anything.”

“I was looking forward to another sharing session with you.”

“Sharing session?” She looked amused. “Maybe we should attend a grief session one of these days.”

“I...