Theo took a sip of beer as her marveled at the brilliant blue of the Bay of Naples. He spoke in Italian, knowing his Italian was better than Bruno’s Greek. “This is a great hotel with a fabulous view.”Bruno Tucci leaned back in his chair and smiled as if Theo had complimented his firstborn. “From the moment Sophia and I first saw this place, we knew it was destined to be our home.” Bruno had been Theo’s friend during his college years. Back then they’d been as close as brothers and shared many adventures. But once Bruno met Sophia his senior year, the partying and staying out late with friends had come to an abrupt halt. After graduating from the University of Athens, Bruno had returned to Italy, bought a hotel, married Sophia and had a couple of kids. Two years ago his wife had died in a car accident. Theo hadn’t been back to Italy since the funeral. The luxury hotel that Bruno owned and managed was on the side of Posillipo Hill overlooking the city of Naples. Though Theo had made plans with Trish, when he’d heard her friend wanted to sleep in, they arranged to meet later at the hotel.
