Now this was class. Russell punched the accelerator and the car leapt ahead on the Autostrade.
What woman would have thought to rent a Ferrari Spider rather than a lousy sedan? Cassidy would. He could kiss her, had kissed her. And it had been even more incredible than the first time. She was more confident and more sure of herself than ever before and that was about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She’d even rented them a hotel room at the airport so they didn’t have to wait more than the time it took to cross the terminal and go up two stories in the elevator. They’d almost done it in the elevator like a couple of teens—might have if there’d been a third floor instead of the second.
She now lay back in her seat, a kerchief over her hair and large Italian sunglasses hiding those luscio
