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The Italian

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“Oh, wow, that’s amazing.” I begin to feel at ease. He’s a cop and his brother is a doctor. Maybe Enrico isn’t a serial killer after all.

“Thank you. Are you English?” Andrea asks.

“Australian.”

“Ah, I see.” He smiles and turns to his brother. “Are you coming with me, Rico, or are you staying? I have to go now. I have work in the morning.”

Rico. They call him Rico. I like that.

Enrico’s eyes come back to me. “No, I’m going to eat pasta with Olivia, and then show her why I’m the best dancer in all of Italy.”

Andrea rolls his eyes, and I smile into my drink.

Sounds so fun.

“All right then, good luck, Miss Olivia.” Andrea bends to kiss my cheeks. “You will need it. It was nice to meet you.”

“Goodbye, Andrea.”

He disappears, and Enrico turns back to me with a satisfied smile. “What am I feeding you, bella? You need energy for dancing.”

I giggle and open my menu, this is the best night of my life. “Pasta,” I remind him.

“Ah, yes.” His eyes dance with delight. “That’s right. Pasta it is.”

* * *

“So, tell me about yourself.” He drops his chin onto his hand as his elbow rests on the table. “What is the Olivia Reynolds story?”

We’ve eaten, drank two bottles of wine, and now we’re sitting in the darkened courtyard, fairy lights are lighting up the space and the music now soft and romantic. I’m feeling very tipsy indeed.

“Well.” I sip my wine. “I’m here on a holiday… I guess to try and find myself.”

“Are you lost?”

“Perhaps.” I smile bashfully across the table at him.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” I contemplate his question. “I feel like I’m searching for something, but I don’t know what it is yet. I’m here to try and figure that out.”

He gives me a slow sexy smile. “Maybe it’s me. Maybe you’re looking for an Enrico Ferrara?”

“Oh yes, that’s the logical answer, how many of you are there?” I giggle.

“Just one.” He smiles. “One is enough.”

“How long have you lived in Rome?”

“About ten years. I moved here when I joined the police force. Where do you live in Aust

ralia?”

“Sydney. Have you ever been?”

“No, it’s on my list, though. I don’t travel far.”

“Really, why not? I love to travel.”



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