Chapter 7
The guilt wasn’t there yet, but Erica could feel it coming. She’d actually bought a one-way ticket to Italy, having no idea when she’d be returning. The first week had spun by so easily that it had barely been an afterthought to ask Bridget if the room was available for a second one.
“Sì! Sì! It is yours.”
A week. She and Ridley had followed the same pattern with each village: Manarola, Monterosso, and Riomaggiore. They spent a full day exploring each tiny town and the nights in his bed making love. Twice they’d never even left his bed except to grab some takeout. She’d never done anything like that in her life.
Of course she’d never had a lover like Ridley before. Actually, she’d never been with a man she thought of as a lover—it sounded very European. She’d had boyfriends,
