We walked into the VIP space of the resort and took our seats at a secluded table overlooking the coast. Micah finally removed her oversized sunglasses, revealing her striking green eyes as they adjusted to the light and scanned the glass-walled room.

A waiter approached smoothly with two menus. "Welcome, Mr. Stone. Signora." He placed the menus on the table with a respectful tilt of his head.

I watched Micah pick up her menu and scan the text. Her brows knitted together slightly as she struggled with the Italian dish names. Before she could stumble over her choices, I looked up at the waiter.

"Per antipasti, vorrei calamari, antipasti, focaccia,...