their list of rules. âWhy donât you text me a proposed itinerary? Iâll look at it tonight and we can negotiate if necessary. Just be sure to factor in some driving time. I want you to see Italy the way it should be seen.â
âI, uh... Fine.â
* * *
The blunt declaration left Kate feeling flustered as they crossed the Cavalieriâs elegant lobby to the elevators. Travis didnât touch her this time, not even a gentlemanly hand on her elbow, and she was furious with herself for missing that small courtesy. So furious she jabbed the elevator button before she could miss more than his touch. Like the feel of his breath tickling her ear. The whisper of her name when he...
The elevator doors pinged open. Kate almost jumped in with a promise to zap him a proposed agenda within an hour.
Dawn and Callie were still up and open to further discussion on plans for the remainder of their time in Italy. Snatching up her notebook filled with maps and detailed descriptions of major tourist attractions, Kate worked up an alternate itinerary for them based out of the Tuscan villa. Then she went to work on one for her and Travis.
Driving time. Heâd said to factor in driving time. So...
Lips pursed, Kate studied her heavily annotated map of Italy. Since driving in Rome was a nightmare, Kate decided she and Travis should depart the city in the morning, tour the countryside and save Rome for the end of the trip...assuming they were still together at that point. The uncertainty of that churned in her belly as she emailed the proposed itinerary to Travisâs phone.
He emailed back while she was still studying her map. The flight plan looked good. No negotiations or changes necessary. Heâd pick her up at eight thirty.
* * *
Kate fully expected to lie awake the rest of the night riddled by doubts. She slid between the satiny sheets, still mulling over Travisâs stated intention to do whatever he could to change her mind about their future. But almost as soon as her head touched the pillow, the combination of rich food, several glasses of wine and mental exhaustion following hours of wildly conflicting emotions put her out.
The alarm sheâd set on her iPhone went off at 7:00 a.m., but the happy marimba barely penetrated. Fumbling for the phone, she hit the snooze button. Twice. So when she finally came fully awake, she glanced at the time, let out a yelp and scrambled to get showered, dressed and packed.
Luckily, sheâd packed light for the trip. All three of them had. Just one tote and roll-on each. The absence of heavy luggage made traveling so much easier but restricted choices. Kate had opted for two pairs of jeans, one pair of khaki twill slacks, tanks and Ts in various colors, a lightweight cotton sundress, and her slinky, caramel-colored pants and jacket. Since she would spend the day driving, she decided on jeans and a cap-sleeved black T paired with the chunky wooden necklace.
Callie was up when Kate dashed out of her bedroom, but Dawn hadnât seen the light of day yet. Noting the tote and roll-on, Callie smiled.
âNo second thoughts?â
âGod, yes! Second, third and fourth. But... Well...â
âYou donât have to explain. Just keep safe, Kate, and keep us posted on how things go.â
âI will.â
The doubts hit with a vengeance while she waited in the Cavalieriâs lobby. The break with Travis had been agony enough four months ago. She had to be certifiable to court that kind of pain again.
She swiped her palms down the sides of her jeans and tried to settle her nerves by admiring the magnificent triptych that dominated the wall above the reception desk. The Cavalieriâs website boasted that it was home to one of the greatest private collections in the world. The hotelâs art historian even offered private tours of the old masters, rare tapestries and priceless antiques that included, among other things, a crib commissioned