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Lacey, the most beautiful country on Earth, and you have not left your hotel. Why?”
    I falter from my calm demeanour, plucking at the grass.
    “Well, I am on an assignment…” Not to mention I’m on a bloody cliff top, which I’m trying to forget as much as possible.
    “I would love to show you what the Amalfi Coast has to offer; you are missing out on so much.”
    Looking up at him, I’m surprised at his forwardness. Why is he being so friendly? He barely knows me.
    “Thanks for the offer, I appreciate it.” I force a smile.
    I think it’s my cue to leave, I’ve gotten what I needed to out of him. Patting down my thighs, I stand up and smile at him, ready to leave.
    “I am going to go now.” I point to my hotel, standing up. “Can I email you the run sheet for the wedding?”
    He nods his head in understanding. “ Si, fotografare. Non ti preoccupare! No…worry. Si… ,” he puts his hand on his chest as a way to show his understanding. “I will listen to you, not to worry.”
    Gosh he is so damn nice and easy going! “Okay, in that case I email it to you.”
    “Yes , email.”
    “ Grazie , thank you.” I wave politely and start turning my back to him.
    “ Posso disegnare voi ?” He calls out.
    I turn around to see him looking right at me. Note to self, get an English/Italian dictionary stat.  “Yes? I mean Si? ” I really should practice my Italian.
    He grins mischievously at me, holding his notebook up. Matteo points at me, and then does a sketching gesture. “My portraits, I need more practice. I would like to draw you?”
    I feel my face warm. He wants to draw me? Why in the heck would he want to do that?  “Me?” I point to myself, confused at his request. 
    “Yes, you.”
    Why? Let’s brush aside the fact that I am sweating, beady eyes and gross hair at the moment. I have never thought of myself as particularly photogenic, often joking that I’m much better looking in real life. And here is a man who wants to paint me. I laugh nervously, at the insanity that is his request. It’s so crazy, so whimsical. So unlike anything that has been requested of me before.
    “Matteo…I…” Surely he is not serious, right?
    “ Per favore , please?” He looks at me eagerly, and then he puts his pencil in his mouth and bites on it. Holy crap, did he just do that? Wow…To be honest, there’s no reason for me to say no. I can spare a few hours, enjoying the beautiful scenery and perhaps hear some cool stories from him. I suppose it would be a bit a fun, and a bit of fun never hurt anyone right?
    I nod, non-committal. He’ll probably change his mind later.
    “Yes, okay.”
    He gives me an appraising smile, “How about tomorrow night?”
    “Sorry, I have plans.” By that, I have tons of work to finish up, plus I’m having dinner with Gabe.
    “What about the day after?”
    “Maybe.”
    “ Perfecto . I look forward to spending an evening with you,” he says, rather suggestively.
    I turn on my heels, giving him a gentle wave and walk away, desperate to cool down. Did I just seriously agree to all this? Where did this all come from? And where is that bottle of water? Screw drinking it, I need to pour it over myself.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “What’s the word on the delivery truck? Are they able to come an hour earlier?” I ask Gabe, my eyes flicking through the checklist on my clipboard.
    Gabe glances down at his phone, checking his email. “Yep, they can do that, but they will charge us.”
    “Fine. But they  definitely  know where the bakery is, right?” I frown, failing to sound calm.
    “Yes, the guy was saying how his mum buys from there all the time. He knows where to go.”
    “But they know how to get here, right? To the hotel.”
    Gabe stares at me. “Hun, I love it when you treat me like I’m on death row and all, but it’s under control.”
    I pop the last of my vanilla infused chocolate in my mouth, instantly feeling better.
    “Sorry, it’s not you. I don’t want to