CHAPTER SIXTEEN
By the time they made it back to the dock, evening had fallen.
“It is time for dinner,” Cristiano told Keira.
She nodded, silent, still feeling confused about what had happened in the Grotto. As they took the funicular up, Keira hardly even noticed her fear as she was so preoccupied with her thoughts.
The restaurant Cristiano had chosen for them was gorgeous, built into a lemon grove. Their table, too, was surrounded by lemon trees and inevitably the air was scented with citrus.
Keira quietly perused the menu, then selected a fresh mussel risotto, while Cristiano had a slightly more adventurous dish of veal with spinach and mozzarella. Of course, there was also wine.
“Are you okay today, Keira?” Cristiano asked them as they ate. “You have seemed quiet. Did I make you
