Italian Summer with the Single Dad by Ella Hayes

Author:Ella Hayes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-11-08T14:16:42+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

ZACH PUT HIS guitar case on the back seat, toyed with the key fob in his hand. He wondered what was going on with Olivia. She seemed quiet, preoccupied somehow. ‘Do you want to go for a walk?’

She glanced at her watch. ‘It’s late.’

‘That’s a statement, not an answer.’

Her mouth quirked. ‘I’ll rephrase. Don’t you think it’s a little late for a walk?’

‘No—not for me.’ He ran a hand through his hair. ‘Would you mind, Liv—please? It’s just that I always feel restless afterwards...’

She held his gaze for a long moment then smiled. ‘Okay. It’s a lovely night.’

Yes! He pressed a button on the dash, watched the hood lifting up and over, then he locked the car. He threw her a smile. ‘So...we’ll begin our nocturnal wanderings in the very heart of Ravello. Are you ready?’

She lifted an eyebrow, looked as if she was stifling a giggle. ‘I think so.’

He slid the key into his back pocket and led the way along a narrow street which opened into Piazza Centrale. The bars were closed, awnings pulled up, chairs and tables stacked. He spun round, walked backwards so he could see her face. ‘This is the main square. It’s heaving with tourists during the day. The cafés do a roaring trade.’

She turned a slow circle, looking at everything. ‘That’s a big church.’

‘Duomo di Ravello! Strictly speaking, it’s a cathedral.’ He wondered if she’d say anything about his set. He’d felt her watching him while he was playing, had glanced up a couple of times, seen a depth of emotion in her eyes that had taken him by surprise, but she hadn’t said anything yet and it seemed out of character somehow, especially when she’d been so excited about the gig. Maybe she was thinking about her parents again...or—he felt a knot tightening in his stomach—maybe she was thinking about Milo Beneventi.

After the show he’d been pulled into his usual crowd. He’d caught her eye, beckoned her over, but she’d held back. The next time he looked he’d seen her talking to Milo. Milo had fluent English so he supposed it made sense, but for some reason it bothered him, the way they seemed to be getting on so well. Suddenly, he’d wanted to be away from the crowds and the noise. He’d wanted to be with Olivia on her own, wanted to hear her thoughts about the music and about his playing, but ever since they left the bar she’d been quiet, a little distant, and he didn’t understand why. Now he was wondering if she’d wanted to stay—because of Milo...

He watched her as she walked up the cathedral steps, noticed her slender calves in her white cropped jeans. He remembered the way she’d looked in the paddling pool, bare-legged, water drops glistening on her skin. He looked at his feet and swallowed hard. He couldn’t let himself think about her like that, and he couldn’t ask her what she thought about his playing either because that would seem needy. He sighed, followed her up the steps and turned to look across the square.

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