Chapter 3
The warm glow of the sunrise woke her despite her late night. Erica had gotten miserably lost in the dark, twisting streets. She was fairly sure that the whole town only had three or four of them, but they seemed to curve the wrong way every time she thought she was close. It had taken forever to stumble once more upon the B&B. She must have walked every street of the entire town multiple times before finding her way home. Il Cane had been dark and shuttered and she might have passed it by in the thin moonlight if not for the monstrous motorcycle parked at the corner.
By the time she was ready to return, even the wonderful scents of the café weren’t there to help her. Italy had smelled so…Italian in the evening: the air thick with cooking scents and laughter. She’d been able to
