She climbed the steps. At the top she paused, taking one final look at the beautiful Italian countryside. Bernice had tried to talk her out of leaving, but she’d explained that her mind was made up. She said goodbye to Rosina and drove herself to the airstrip, leaving Antonio’s car to be picked up by staff. Strapping herself into the plane seat, she remembered flying to Italy, eating French toast, falling asleep beside Antonio, who’d put a cover over her. Her heart lurched, but the memory of his rejection poured through her. Dear God. She’d never been so surprised. She’d been so sure he’d say he loved her too. Straightening in her seat, she scolded herself for letting herself remember even one minute of their time together. She’d had warning after warning that he wasn’t ready for what she needed. Twice he’d stepped back rather than kiss her. He hadn’t wanted her to go to Barcelona. Yet she’d ignored every signal he sent because he was a wounded man, so desperately in need of love that, of course, she’d longed to love him.
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