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Chapter OneMarcoIas I pass by locala hand in silent refusal as a couple of them attempt to sell me their wares This area is at least a little out of the way of the normal tourist haunts, but it’s still possible to be approached here It’s the way of selling in Roh I’ today

I cut a sharp enough figure in my tailored black suit that I must look like a man with money I like that When I do business, I wantwith someone who knows his industry well So fro

The ood spirits, even if I don’t show it on the outside I -terood dealan old woab rapidly about the freshness of her fruit and vegetables and press a Verona peach intocoins to pass to her, biting into the juicy, cool flesh of the peach as I continue to walk down the street

I’ the faint lingering stickiness of a few errant drops of juice, when I look up and see another beautiful peach Juicy, round, and pert just the kind of peach I like Encased in white jeans, that cling to her shape and also happen to reveal that the owner of this peach is wearing white underwear It htfully as she walks, sandaled feet taking a few more hesitant steps before she pauses

I slowthe view After all, it’s a beautiful day why not? My eyes travel slowly up the rest of her body as she stops, her head swinging fro with it a fine ht places, like a real wona, not one of those stick-thin insects that are always trying to get my attention

I saunter to a stop a short distance frohoff her pale skin – with coloring like that, she must be a tourist

She turns then, a puzzled look on her face She’s holding a phone in her hand, and even from here, I can see the map on the screen as she titles it down into my field of view She’s lost I letmy eyes to her face

And I stop A jolt runs through o So like the wife of an old friend, but not quite Different More beautiful, if anything I keep staring at her until our eyes h I don’t think she can see lasses, it’s that connection that makes me realize it

She IS soo Because the last time I saw her, she was only a child – and now she’s a wo hips and a wide chest, blue eyes that are the sarew up, blonde hair water-falling down her back that frames her face perfectly

I know her And even though I realize that at the same moment I want to make her mine

I take a step towards her, trying to find one? I clear ain

“Hannah?” I say “Hannah Greene?”

She doesn’t know o wide in surprise, and she even looks a little scared She thinks I’er Of course, it would be odd for me to know her name, to coh I’ve been following her

I pick ain lasses And at that moment I pray that she will knoho I amChapter TwoHannahI’m lost – hopelessly lost

I don’t kno I et so far out of the center of Roreat restaurant that was buried out of the way in a side-street, which is a local’s favorite and still one of the best-kept secrets in the city They have their own traditional recipes handed down over generations, unaffected by co in modern cuisine, and the dishes are supposed to be divine