aked with orange and pink, the water shimmering softly. She held

railing, watching the ci

ful, is

rom her left-cal

e tu

rties, tall, dark hair slightly tousled, eyes the color of warm amber. His clothes were si

wasn't staring. He was

ly observin

nodded

then returned his gaze to t

stion. More lik

ed. "I arrive

ined everything. "Florence is ki

but his words eased

renzo,"

li

He didn't step closer. H

ever need directions, th

small smile. "I'

ing, and walked down the path. His steps were u

im disappear ar

n't asked why her eyes looked tired. He had

side her for a moment-st

she left the Whitmore estate,

felt

. Not judged.

t s

gently and whispered,

etly, carrying her w