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Chapter 10
Chapter 10 Amalfi, 1953 The sun was high in the sky, and Celina had shed her light jacket to feel its warmth on her shoulders. She had been riding for a couple of hours, exploring the countryside, trying to get the maddening exchange with Lauro out of her mind. He was easily the most insufferable man she knew. What made him think he had the right to touch her with such intimate implications? She slowed her mare and paused, glancing around the unfamiliar landscape. She’d torn out of the orchard with no sense of direction, blinded by fury and consumed with Lauro’s inexplicable action and what he’d charged her with. One grove had led to another, then another. She rubbed her knuckles across her horse’s neck, anger over his action and her reaction tightening her chest. “Where are we, girl?”
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