Chapter 6
Donna Smith’s nape still tingled where Blackwell had kissed her last night and unzipped her dress. His touch had transported her into a world of sensuality—taste and touch—making it tough to leave this morning. It had been difficult, but the right decision. If she’d drawn out a morning with him, she might have had her hopes crushed like all her other dreams had been.
After a few delays, the train finally reached Venice, where she stepped off and stretched her legs. Hit immediately by the scent of water and old world buildings, she cautiously sniffed the air and followed the crush of people toward the luggage already on deck. Donna wheeled her bag behind her, ready to see Venice. Beth had told her to try Italian ice cream so that was on the agenda.
Perhaps something sweet would
