The sound of Romeo scratching at the bathroom door roused her daydreams. She had leaned against the shower wall, her glass now more water than wine, her throat raw and her eyes bloodshot.
A knock on her door followed by Nuncio asking if she was still alive made her realize she’d been in too long.
“I’m fine. Why are you still here?” She yelled through the door.
“Because I am worried one of those crazy reporters will break into your apartment. Deadbolt or not, this building is not secure, and I am concerned for your safety.”
“Tell your boss to go back to Italy and take them with him,” she offered unhelpfully as she wrapped up in her robe, shivering as the cool air hit her skin. She pulled her book up into her arms and opened the door to find him standing there with his arms folded. “I fe
