“Don’t buck the system, Franconi.”
“I always buck the system,” he told her as she walked down the aisle to her seat. Yes, he did like the way she moved.
“Mr. Franconi.” A flight attendant beamed at him. “May I get you a drink after take-off?”
“What’s your white wine?”
When she told him he settled into his seat. A bit pedestrian, he thought, but not entirely revolting. “You noticed the young woman I was speaking with. The honey-colored hair and the stubborn chin.”
Her smile remained bright and helpful though she thought it was a shame that he had his mind on another woman. “Of course, Mr. Franconi.”
“She’ll have a glass of wine, with my compliments.”
Juliet would have considered herself fortunate to have an aisle seat if the man beside her hadn’t already been sprawled out and snoring. Travel was so glamorous, she thought wrylyas she slipped her toes out of her shoes. Wasn’t she lucky to have another flight to look forward to the very next night?
Don’t complain, Juliet, she warned herself. When you have your own agency, you can send someone else on the down-and-dirty tours.
The man beside her snored through take-off. On the other side of the aisle a woman held a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other in anticipation of the No Smoking sign blinking off. Juliet took out her pad and began to work.
“Miss?”
Stifling a yawn, Juliet glanced up at the flight attendant. “I’m sorry, I didn’t order a drink.”
“With Mr. Franconi’s compliments.”
Juliet accepted the wine as she looked up toward first class. He was sneaky, she told herself. Trying to get under her defenses by being nice. She let her notebook close as she sighed and sat back.
It was working.
She barely finished the wine before touchdown, but it had relaxed her. Relaxed her enough, she realized, that all she wanted to do was find a soft bed and a dark room. In an hour—or two, she promised herself and gathered up her flight bag and briefcase.
She found Carlo was waiting for her in first class with a very young, very attractive flight attendant. Neither of them seemed the least bit travel weary.
“Ah, Juliet, Deborah knows of a marvelous twenty-four-hour market where we can find everything we need.”
Juliet looked at the willowy brunette and managed a smile. “How convenient.”
He took the flight attendant’s hand and, inevitably Juliet thought, kissed it. “Arrivederci.”
“Don’t waste time, do you?” Juliet commented the moment they deplaned.
“Every moment lived is a moment to be enjoyed.”
“What a quaint little sentiment.” She shifted her bag and aimed for baggage claim. “You should have it tattooed.”
“Where?”
She didn’t bother to look at his grin. “Where it would be most attractive, naturally.”
They had to wait longer than she liked for their luggage, and by then the relaxing effects of the wine had worn off. There was business to be seen to. Because he enjoyed watching her in action, Carlo let her see to it.
She secured a cab, tipped the skycap and gave the driver the name of the hotel. Scooting in beside Carlo, she caught his grin. “Something funny?”
“You’re so efficient, Juliet.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult?”
“I never insult women.” He said it so simply, she was absolutely certain it was true. Unlike Juliet, he was completely relaxed and not particularly sleepy. “If this was Rome, we’d go to a dark little café, drink heavy red wine and listen to American music.”
She closed her window because the air was damp and chilly. “The tour interfering with your night life?”
“So far I find myself enjoying the stimulating company.”
“Tomorrow you’re going to find yourself worked to a frazzle.”
Carlo thought of his background and smiled. At nine, he’dspent the hours between school and supper washing dishes and mopping up kitchens. At fifteen he’d waited tables and spent his free time learning of spices
“I always buck the system,” he told her as she walked down the aisle to her seat. Yes, he did like the way she moved.
“Mr. Franconi.” A flight attendant beamed at him. “May I get you a drink after take-off?”
“What’s your white wine?”
When she told him he settled into his seat. A bit pedestrian, he thought, but not entirely revolting. “You noticed the young woman I was speaking with. The honey-colored hair and the stubborn chin.”
Her smile remained bright and helpful though she thought it was a shame that he had his mind on another woman. “Of course, Mr. Franconi.”
“She’ll have a glass of wine, with my compliments.”
Juliet would have considered herself fortunate to have an aisle seat if the man beside her hadn’t already been sprawled out and snoring. Travel was so glamorous, she thought wrylyas she slipped her toes out of her shoes. Wasn’t she lucky to have another flight to look forward to the very next night?
Don’t complain, Juliet, she warned herself. When you have your own agency, you can send someone else on the down-and-dirty tours.
The man beside her snored through take-off. On the other side of the aisle a woman held a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other in anticipation of the No Smoking sign blinking off. Juliet took out her pad and began to work.
“Miss?”
Stifling a yawn, Juliet glanced up at the flight attendant. “I’m sorry, I didn’t order a drink.”
“With Mr. Franconi’s compliments.”
Juliet accepted the wine as she looked up toward first class. He was sneaky, she told herself. Trying to get under her defenses by being nice. She let her notebook close as she sighed and sat back.
It was working.
She barely finished the wine before touchdown, but it had relaxed her. Relaxed her enough, she realized, that all she wanted to do was find a soft bed and a dark room. In an hour—or two, she promised herself and gathered up her flight bag and briefcase.
She found Carlo was waiting for her in first class with a very young, very attractive flight attendant. Neither of them seemed the least bit travel weary.
“Ah, Juliet, Deborah knows of a marvelous twenty-four-hour market where we can find everything we need.”
Juliet looked at the willowy brunette and managed a smile. “How convenient.”
He took the flight attendant’s hand and, inevitably Juliet thought, kissed it. “Arrivederci.”
“Don’t waste time, do you?” Juliet commented the moment they deplaned.
“Every moment lived is a moment to be enjoyed.”
“What a quaint little sentiment.” She shifted her bag and aimed for baggage claim. “You should have it tattooed.”
“Where?”
She didn’t bother to look at his grin. “Where it would be most attractive, naturally.”
They had to wait longer than she liked for their luggage, and by then the relaxing effects of the wine had worn off. There was business to be seen to. Because he enjoyed watching her in action, Carlo let her see to it.
She secured a cab, tipped the skycap and gave the driver the name of the hotel. Scooting in beside Carlo, she caught his grin. “Something funny?”
“You’re so efficient, Juliet.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult?”
“I never insult women.” He said it so simply, she was absolutely certain it was true. Unlike Juliet, he was completely relaxed and not particularly sleepy. “If this was Rome, we’d go to a dark little café, drink heavy red wine and listen to American music.”
She closed her window because the air was damp and chilly. “The tour interfering with your night life?”
“So far I find myself enjoying the stimulating company.”
“Tomorrow you’re going to find yourself worked to a frazzle.”
Carlo thought of his background and smiled. At nine, he’dspent the hours between school and supper washing dishes and mopping up kitchens. At fifteen he’d waited tables and spent his free time learning of spices
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