Presley left the dining room aware Cruz, and her father were furious with her for walking away and her mother was sitting helplessly caught in the middle.
However, as if she’d conjured him with her last comment, she noted Liborio Bartoli exiting the elevator. The urge to duck under the reception desk hit her hard but he’d made eye contact with her, and she knew there was no escaping.
“Good morning, Presley. You look lovely this morning.”
“What’s so good about it, Mr. Bartoli? I’m having a rather bad day. Couple of days actually.”
“Well, would you care to join me?”
“In what?”
“Breakfast.” He gave her a half smile. “I’m not keen on eating here at the resort but there is a lovely bistro not far from here. Come. Let’s go drink rich coffee, eat fresh baguettes and delicious cured meats. Y
