Tara finished her breakfast in less time than it took to say yummy, or so it seemed to her who was used to taking the time to enjoy her food.
Antonio drank coffee in silence, seeming like he was in another world. And Tara, if she were to be honest, didn’t like the distance that was almost tangible between them.
“What are you thinking, Antonio?” She asked, and felt herself all kinds of silly for breaking the silence when he was obviously thinking of something else - or maybe someone else. Could it be he was thinking about the elusive Fabiana even though she was here with him?
“I’m thinking of the future, kitten,” he admitted on a sigh.
Why was he sighing? She thought, alarmed. Did he not like her company? Did he open his eyes to her flaws? Was it possible he finally saw her for the p
