With Tinsley’s wedding in an hour, she had to hurry. Her body, still languid from a night spent in Alex’s arms, didn’t want to cooperate. Clutching the edge of the sink, she stared at herself in the mirror. Alex had driven her back thirty minutes ago. Although she’d gotten very little sleep the night before, she didn’t feel tired. Just the opposite. She looked and felt…rejuvenated. Her face seemed to glow and her eyes sparkled. Alex did that to her. She’d fallen in love with him. Crap. She turned around and leaned against the sink. No, no, she couldn’t be in love. Not now. She belonged in San Francisco. Alex had to stay in Italy. What the hell could she do? If Alex didn’t return her feelings, her heart would break, but that would make going home easier. Even if he felt the same way about her, he might be going to prison. No, she couldn’t believe that. She and Alex had no future. Hollowness settled in her chest. ***** Later, sitting in one of the white wooden chairs set up in the gardens, Cat waited for Tinsley’s wedding to start.
