Alessandro watched her across the table as she looked out across the restaurant uncomfortably. Not three syllables in succession had escaped her mouth since they’d left the hotel room. “If you are so uncomfortable with me, then perhaps we should go back to the room.”
She looked up and bit her lip. “It isn’t you Alessandro. Derrick Portman is here with his family. He keeps staring over here. I just feel guilty.”
“Why?” He grimaced at her. “I know he wanted to date you but what do you owe him?”
“He asked me out and I told him I wouldn’t until my divorce was final, but I asked him to wait.” She saw Alessandro’s hand tighten around the stem of his wine glass. “I didn’t tell him I slept with you in Milan. I was pregnant with your child, and I told him when my divorce was complete, I’d date h
