CHAPTER ELEVEN
Keira sat on the balcony bright and early next morning, watching the world go by. It wasn’t raining yet, but the sky was filled with dark clouds that were clearly going to burst soon.
She turned at the sound of Cristiano coming through the doors. He was shirtless, and holding a mug of coffee in each hand. He handed one to Keira whilst taking a seat opposite her.
“This is the life, eh?” he said, stretching his arms above his head.
“Aren’t you cold?” Keira asked. She was shivering despite the hotel-provided fluffy white robe wrapped around her.
“Only a little,” he said. “And in a good way.”
Keira shook her head jovially. “I didn’t think there was such a thing as a good way,” she joked.
Cristiano pointed at the map spread on the table in front of them. “Are you plotting
