Chapter 15
Erica was a hundred times more nervous about meeting Ridley alone than running that conversion in front of an entire crowd. She’d checked everything a dozen times and was down to the point where she’d revised a comma into a semicolon, and back, about ten times before she managed to stop herself.
She sat out at their table on the carruggio for the first time since they’d stopped sleeping together. She was shivering there before sunrise because she hadn’t been able to wait any longer. She watched his big motorcycle slowly emerge from the line of shadow as if it too was waiting.
Ridley couldn’t ride away on it. He simply couldn’t. There was too much here to just leave.
And her hands shook with the hope that he thought the same thing.
Erica was still there, with her second cup
