In The Italian's Bed
Chapter One
THE man was standing outside the Medici Gallery as Tess drove past. She only caught a brief
glimpse of him, concentrating as she was on keeping Ashley's car on the right side of the road.
She saw him look after her as she turned into the parking lot behind the smart row of boutiques
and cafes that faced the flower-fringed promenade of Porto San Michele. And wondered if she
wasn't being paranoid in imagining there had been a definite air of hostility in his gaze.
She shook off the thought impatiently. She was imagining things. He wasn't waiting for her.
Besides, she wasn't late. Well, only a few minutes anyway. She doubted Ashley's timekeeping
was any better than hers.
There were few cars in the parking lot at this hour of the morning. Tess had discovered that
Italian shops rarely opened before ten and were definitely disposed towards a leisurely
schedule. Her neighbours on the parade - Ashley's neighbours, actually - seldom kept to
strict opening hours. But they were charming and helpful, and Tess had been grateful for their
advice in the three days since she'd been standing in for As ... read full excerpt from: In the Italian's Bed ebook
