One Beautiful Promise (Very Irresistible Bachelors 4)

“Laney, I want to crash your plans tomorrow. I want to come on your tour.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t you just say you saved the best for last? What’s the one thing you’d recommend I see?”

“The Colosseum,” I admitted.

“See?”

His gaze grew more intense by the second. Leaning over the table, he put one forearm on it, staring me straight in the eyes. My heart rate was out of control just because he was looking at me. How was I supposed to spend the

whole day with him tomorrow during the tour?

“Right,” I said. “First things first. We need to book you on my tour.”

“How long is it?”

“Four hours.”

His eyes bulged. “You don’t do anything in half measures, do you?”

“Never. Now let me check if there are still tickets.” I got my phone out and clicked the link to this particular tour on the company’s website.

“You’re lucky. They’ve still got a spot.”

I bought the ticket right away, almost breathless at the thought that someone else could take it. Hmm... I really was looking forward to our day together more than I should.

“All done. You can pay the guide directly tomorrow,” I announced, looking up. There was a playful glint in his eyes, but underneath all that playfulness was an intensity that I couldn’t even describe.

“Good. I’m looking forward to rounding up that first impression,” he said.

“Nah, sorry about that. You only got one shot.”

“So, what’s the verdict?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” I teased. “After a good night’s sleep, I’m always more objective. Wouldn’t want to be hasty.”

“Course not.”

“Well, I’m off, then.”

“I’m going to stay out here for a while longer. It’s relaxing.”

“I know, right? Good night,” I said as I got up from my seat. “Anyway, since the tour starts at one, let’s meet ten minutes earlier in front of the Colosseum. Don’t be late.”

“No chance in hell of that. Good night, Laney.” He looked straight at me with his mouth curled in a half smile.

I felt Cole’s gaze while I made my way through the crowd. I looked over my shoulder just before the gelateria disappeared from my view, and sure enough, his eyes were on me. I fanned myself a bit as I stepped into a side street.

There was a labyrinth of narrow streets right until I reached Via Roma, one of the main traffic roads in the city. I could Uber to my apartment, which was near the Colosseum, but why not take advantage of this amazing evening? It was a twenty-five-minute walk, but I had enough calories to burn. I loved strolling around. Rome was seriously an open-air museum.

Even my apartment had an old-world charm, with high ceilings, huge windows, and tiled floors. My landlady was a lovely elderly woman who kept bringing me coffee whenever I was home. She lived just above.

I called Isabelle on the way because it was still daytime in New York. There was a six-hour time difference.

“Hey, girl,” she greeted. “What are you up to?”

“Heading to my apartment after a long evening with Cole.”