Rachel returned to her hotel in the late afternoon. If she was honest, she felt like she was the central character in a fairytale. It would be very easy for her to be swept off her feet. ‘Dear Vincenzo’, she could see his face when she closed her eyes. He excited her senses, but what did he really want? For that matter, what did she want?

It was then that she remembered that she was meeting with Lisette this evening for a drink after she had finished her guide work at the archaeological...