Chapter 18
Marco inhaled the rose smell that was all Renee and ignored the sweet scent of the bakery. His mouth watered, but it wasn't for sweet pastries. Gaining Renee's trust was tantamount to a happy life, and he'd provide that for her.
She slipped her hand in his and came closer, her face lifted toward his. He squeezed her hand instead of claiming a kiss. "The village only has about 500 residents on our island and the elders ask the teenagers to keep the public displays of affection to a few, more isolated locations on the island."
"Okay, got it. NO PDA. The bakery smells delicious." She followed his lead as he moved to the side, intending to stop and let her taste a few treats.
"Have you tried the potica?"
Her nose curled as she glanced up at him. "I don't like to talk about poli
