The Girl Who Knew Da Vinci by Belle Ami

Author:Belle Ami [Ami, Belle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Mystery thriller, Crime thriller, Suspense thriller, Romantic Suspense, belle ami, art thriller, da vinci thriller
Publisher: Tema Merback
Published: 2018-06-01T05:00:00+00:00

It took all his strength to leave Angela’s room. Another second of her body pressed against him and he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from going further. The kiss, well he was entitled to steal a kiss, no harm done, but he promised to wait for her to make the next move. Dammit, I’m beginning to regret that promise. He was so aroused, he jumped into a cold shower before going downstairs.

Later, when they were back downstairs, seated at the table on the patio, he poured two glasses of Prosecco and handed her one. Lifting his glass he toasted, “To recovering our wedding portrait, solving the Leonardo mystery, and moving beyond the past and into the future.”

She clinked her glass to his. “I couldn’t agree more.” She smiled. Joseph came around the corner carrying a large tray.

Angela’s eyes lit up. “The pizzas, I’m starving.”

Her childlike enthusiasm tickled him. Alex was glad he’d convinced her to come to the countryside. “Come on.” He rose and took her hand pulling her from her chair. “Take your Prosecco.” Holding her hand, he led her to the outdoor kitchen. Plumes of smoke rose from the brick pizza oven. Joseph tossed the dough expertly in the air and then laid the flat circle on the floured, smooth-slate counter. “Joseph, questa è Angela.”

Joseph, a tall, dark, brawny man, with kindly brown eyes, lifted his hat and bowed his head respectfully. “Piacere.”

Angela offered her hand, and Joseph bent to kiss it, leaving a white dusting of flour. She laughed, “I didn’t mean for you to kiss my hand, I simply wanted to shake your hand, Joseph.”

Alex translated, and they all had a good laugh. Maria joined them, handing Joseph a glass of Prosecco. After another toast, she ladled the sauce on the pizza and smothered it with grated mozzarella. Then with a flourish, she scattered fresh basil leaves and topped it off with a splash of olive oil. Joseph scooped up the pie and popped it in the oven.

“Mmmm… it smells good.” Alex turned to her with a grin. “I prefer thin crust over the traditional Neapolitan thick crust. What about you? Do you have a preference?”

“Well, thin is better for my figure,” she replied with a roll of her eyes.

Alex eyed her. “I’d say, regardless of thick or thin, your figure looks good to me.”

Joseph pulled the slightly charred-edged pizza from the hot oven. Maria sliced it expertly with a wheel and served it with a simple green salad and fresh tomatoes. After they devoured the first course, Joseph returned to the pizza oven with Alex and Angela in tow. He pushed the embers to the center of the oven and placed a grate over the hot coals. On the grate, he cooked a thick Porterhouse steak that Alex explained was a traditional recipe of the region, Bistecca alla Fiorentina. The steak was served with spinach sautéed in olive oil with sliced garlic. It was a heavenly meal. For dessert, Maria served a lemon cake, espresso, and an aperitivo of Amaro Fernet Branca.

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