There it was. She was just plain lovable.
He raised her hand from his thigh to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. When he released it to shift, she stroked his cheek just as he had hers. The tingle made him settle deeper into the seat, more aware than ever of the precious cargo he carried.
More directions now, Cassidy led him down smaller streets. Italian drivers really were crazy, but they made some extra space for the slick, black Ferrari. Italians respected sports cars the way the French respected bicycles. He used the extra space to slip through the knotted midday traffic.
She led him past the scenic old city and past rows of businesses. They ran out to the beach, turned left…and there it was.
“Oh. My.” He pulled the car to the side of the road and shut off the engine.
“Hey
