Since she and Alessandro had talked, the atmosphere was more cordial, but they’d never get back the easy, loving relationship they’d had before. It was gone along with the money and the inn. A few sticks of furniture and some linens and dishes could never make up for what she’d lost. Alessandro asked, “What’s in the shed behind the garage?” “That was Uncle Charlie’s workshop. I haven’t been in there in years.” They walked out to the shed together. There was a padlock on the door, but Alessandro kicked it open. The field mice had moved in. One ran over the toe of Jenna’s shoe and she jumped. Alessandro’s strong hands caught her. “It was just a mouse, Jenna.” “Just a mouse? Let the darn thing run across your foot and see if you jump.” His silent laughter caught her off guard. If she didn’t get out of here right now, she might do something foolish, like kiss him. “If you see anything else you think I might need, stick it in the garage. I’ll look for an apartment next weekend, and as soon as I find one, I’ll—”
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