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Chapter One

Isabella

The exhibit on Pompeii and Herculaneum caused tears to pour downsadness as the past, filled with loss and pain, had been left frozen in place It was beautiful and sad at the sauide about the exhibit, I realized the rooes that I’d lost roup

Finally, grasping that they were nowhere in sight, I went looking everywhere around the building The National Archeological Museuround and one below For half an hour, I searched inside without a sign of anyone froroup Not that I honestly ree with the tour co for me Finally, I asked the information desk at the museum, but they hadn’t seen them for about twenty minutes

Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the building, hoping that I’d catch theo back to the hotel

A hard wind sweptme that my hair was down and how hot it was Today had been a record teuide, so I yanked ether in a plain ponytail I had no intention of i anyone, so I didn’t honestly care if it looked a mess

Sitting on a bench outside the nition Several tie or call Nothing The phone said it had service I tried the tour coe

Shit The crowdsthin as the afternoon wore on and yet no one

Getting off my ass, I crossed the street in the middle of the piazza to search Shit I didn’t speak Italian at all Too embarrassed to ask for help, I wandered around for what felt like an eternity Who went to a foreign country and not come prepared? Me That’s who

I was a fourth-generation Italian-Aht make me feel closer to my parents, who died in an accident last year

It hadn’t

In fact, I felt e and partied like the rest of er than it should and unenrolled in e

My parents leftto last At nineteen, I had to find

In , I passed by a bistro type place for the fifth tiht my attention I would have noticed him before if he’d been there because he was hard to htening the irises His jaw had a thick layer of sexy dark black scruff thatan all-black suit What was he thinking in this heat? Well, it looked incredible on hi up, I could tell he was fit and strong

Turning aze away from him, I focused on my mission to find my party or my way back to my hotel I only stopped when ame between a set around him, but the man refused to step around lese” I didn’t know if he’d laughed because I said it wrong or my makeup was s it

The sound of the slightest chuckle behind me caused me to turn around

“Forgive e as the brute who blockeddoith a smirk Even with that cocky expression, he was hot The shadow of hisme a perfect view of the sexy man in front of me It was the man from the bistro

I swore that the wetness pooling betweenlust in his eyes Suddenly,into pure unadulterated passion I couldn’t even speak, losing ht, honey-colored eyes They drewhis prey to their fate “I’o”