Chapter 13
Kiwi’s heart and soul were a hot mess. If she fell in love with Gio, was she making a mistake? Her mother would have said yes and not to depend on anyone. She tapped her royal blue clogs against the tiled terrace as dinner winded down.
The Morgans treated her like one of their own and Gio was sweet. She half expected fireworks between Peter and Gio’s brother, but nothing happened there. The disaster of her own thoughts and fears took most of her time, but the quiet gave her a chance to recoup her brain cells to at least think functionally after the spaghetti dish.
The wait staff cleared the table so they could serve the meat dish. If she stayed in Italy with Gio, then this could be her spot to have every meal.
The gentle breeze that swayed the grapevines caught her attention
