Anything that begins badly, ends worse. Faith watched the two Rossi cousins’ broad backs as she followed them into the central cloister. She stifled a sigh. She’d been having such a good time with her colleagues, then the room had narrowed and all she could see was Nick. He was like a curse. He simply sucked all the oxygen out of the room and she couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. Ack! This was her time! She should be beyond yearning after Nick, but apparently she wasn’t. They passed through two big wooden doors, the cop Rossi shouldering them open, the jock waiting for her to pass then following hard at her heels, then another set of glass doors which opened onto a corridor. They must be somewhere near the kitchen because she could smell cooking. Roast beef for dinner, she thought. They went through the third and last door on the left. Coming in from the dim hallway, Faith had to shield her eyes. They were in a corner room of the monastery and light flooded in through four large windows.
