I don’t even have his number, I realise – what a moron. We’ve slept in the same bed for two nights and I have no idea how to get in touch with him. Oh well, he knows to be back for dinner – I guess I can find something else to do. On my own.
Something catches my eye on the table by the balcony door – a gift box with two bottles of limoncello. I go over and read the card.
We hope this limoncello brings you a little Capri sunshine.
~ Vittorio and everyone at La Sirena di Capri
Oh, what a sweetheart! With the near-kiss and the aftermath of the near-kiss, I’d totally forgotten Vittorio mentioned leaving us a gift. I take out one of the bottles and read the label – it’s from the place we’re going to tomorrow.
We’ll have to try it later, before our da?—
Delaney Rae, don’t youdarefinish that thought. It’s a chef’s table dinner with a friend.Nota date.
The door to the suite opens and Nick walks in carrying two coffees.
‘Hey,’ he says with an easy smile.
A hot man bearing hot coffee – two for two.
‘Hey,’ I say with a flick of my ponytail. I’m aiming for casual breeziness, channelling Monica fromFriends, but from the amused look on Nick’s face, I’ve failed.
‘I brought you a cappuccino,’ he says, holding it out as he walks towards me.
I take it. ‘Thanks. I thought maybe you’d gone out for the day.’
He angles his head to the right. ‘Um, no. I would have told you.’
‘Cool.’
‘And I haven’t sent you my screenplay yet.’
‘Right.’
‘Look, you really don’t have to re?—’
‘Gonna stop you right there, dude.’
His lips twitch.
‘Yes, I say “dude” – unironically. So sue me. But back to your screenplay,’ I say, taking a sip of coffee. ‘God, that’s good. Even better than yesterday’s.’
‘Right? It’s probably ruined me for Costa forever. Oh, Costa’s?—’
‘Yeah, I know – a sub-par coffee chain in England.’
His eyes double in size. ‘Wow, shots fired. Sub-par? At least it’s better than Starbucks.’
‘Everything’sbetter than Starbucks,’ I counter.
‘Agreed – so what do you drink when you’re at home?’ He settles onto the arm of the sofa and looks at me expectantly.
‘If you think I’m going to out myself as hipster douchebag… then you’d be absolutely correct!’
He gives in to a chuckle.
‘Truth?’ I ask.
‘Always.’