“I just don’t know what I’m going to do.” Henry took another drink, draining his glass. Was that his second or third? Juliet had lost track. It was hard enough pretending she was paying attention to him at all when all she wanted to do was jump back into her waiting car and head back home to Rome.

The smell of him on her skin had washed off in the shower, but she could still feel his touch lingering there. If he had intended to sabotage her attempts at convincing Henry that she was interested in him, Rome had done a good job. Henry had already asked once what was...