Bea looked up from the newspaper she couldn’t focus on. She smiled at the front desk clerk despite her irritation, because he wasn’t the man she was annoyed with. “Thank you, Leo.” He set it on the corner of her table and quietly bowed before leaving. She glared at the crisp stationary. Luca certainly took his sweet time contacting her. She’d expected him to track her down yesterday, after she left. In retrospect, she supposed he was giving her time to cool down after throwing her mobile away. He threw her mobile away. Her entire body clenched as she relived it. She’s been so shocked, she’d gone for a walk, and when she’d seen a taxi, she’d had it take her back to Luca’s to gather her things and then to a hotel. From the hotel she’d contacted Inga, who said she’d have a new mobile loaded and waiting for her tomorrow when she arrived back in London. She folded the newspaper, annoyed all over again when she had to wipe the newsprint from her fingers, and picked up the note.
