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“I’ll be leaving in a few days.”
She stopped stirring the sauce, but kept her eyes on the pan. You have
no right to be disappointed.
But she was, especially because he’d gotten them separate rooms at the
hotel in Rome. He’d been such a gentleman. The trip had been just for fun, for
her.
Tony had a life of his own, and he was just a friend who’d been very
nice to show a new student around the city this past month. But it still felt
as if she was losing her best friend.
“Back to Tuscany?” she asked.
He nodded. “My friend’s lease ran out, so I’ve got to leave.”
“In the middle of the semester? What about your classes?”
“I’ll have to commute to the city.”
She took a sip from her glass.
Tony would only be in Naples for three days of the week when he commuted.
He didn’t have as many classes as she did. They wouldn’t be able to practice
together and she would not have his company on the weekends anymore.
The naughty muse on her shoulder pointed out that he was an excellent
kisser, and though his kisses were too few and far between, she would miss them
very much.
She spoke before the resident of her other shoulder, the practical
muse, could change her mind. “You know, there’s plenty of room here. I mean,
you’re welcome to share my apartment, if you’d like.”
Tony turned on the faucet and washed his hands. “How long is your
lease?”
Angelina blinked. “Well, um, for as long as I want, I guess.”
“How did you get Signor Parisi to agree to that?”
With lots of money. From the look on Tony’s face, she must have given
the wrong answer. I’m supposed to be living off a student’s allowance. How much
should that be?
“Actually, it is month-to-month, yes, that’s right,” she said. “I
forgot what Signor Parisi and I had agreed upon.”
Tony picked up a handful of shrimp and added it to the pan, but his
eyes were on her. “Poor Franco gets kicked out of his apartment the first week
of September, and here you are with Signor Parisi wrapped around your little
finger.”
She added garlic to the frying pan. When he put a hand over hers to
bring the stirring to a halt, she looked up.
“You would let me stay here, with you?” His eyes warmed her, like a
blanket she wanted to root under.
She began to stir the sauce again. “If no one will mind.”
Tony chuckled, a deep rumble that cooked her insides. He wrapped an arm around her waist. “No one will mind, Angel. It will be just until the semester is over.” He kissed the top of her head. “Who is the savior now?”
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