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Celia took them back to the Piazza del Campo near city hall, where they found signs leading them down into the underground restaurant. The air was cool, and the craggy stone walls were very much like a grotto. A waiter showed them to a booth that had candles and fresh flowers in a short round vase, giving the table a romantic feel. Celia grew nervous. Lunches in cafés were one thing, but romantic candlelit dinners? This felt too serious. What kind of message was she sending?
Carter slid into the booth opposite her. “You okay?”
She blushed and reached for the wine menu. “It’s nothing, just the dim light.” She found what she wanted and passed the list to Carter. “I’ll have a glass of the Côte du Rhône.”
“Same for me.” Carter handed the wine list back to the waiter as Celia studied the
