I study Saint Teresa’s face, trying to look for some hidden clue in the stone, but even then, I can’t make up my mind. “It’s beautiful either way. And I like to think Bernini knew exactly what he was doing. Look at us, talking about his work some three hundred years later.”
It’s hard to extricate my fledgling love for Rome from my fledgling interest in Lorenzo. The city has so much to offer someone who’s willing to look. Around every corner, there’s a piece of history, a public garden, a shop tempting you inside. At the same time, Lorenzo is so good at what he does. He’s clearly led a lot of tours around the city and knows his stuff. I’m inspired by him. Awestruck, really.
After we leave the church, we walk slowly back to the school, and he deposits me just outside the gate with an easygoing smile. He lifts my left hand, delicately clutching it so he can see the gold signet ring I bought off a street vendor a few minutes ago. It’s antique and a little tarnished, but it was too cheap to pass up.
“You enjoyed today?” he asks, dropping my hand and looking up at me.
“Loved it.”
“Good. We’ll do it again.”
I’m not even sure what I’ve agreed to—a date or another tour of the city?
I’m in a good mood as I head into the school. It’s getting close to lunch, so I head straight for the Latin classroom to check in on the students. I round the corner, unable to suppress my cheesy smile, and almost trip when I see Noah leaning against the wall, listening in on the class.
Chapter Eight
Noah’s wearing athletic clothes. Sweat stains the collar of his gray t-shirt. His hair is damp and curled at the ends. Dark brown tendrils as beautiful as Bernini’s sculpture.
He hears me approach and turns slowly to glance back over his shoulder.
His gaze sears.
I wobble on my next step, then recover, annoyed with myself for having any sort of reaction to Noah, let alone one like this.
I have my postcards in hand along with the chocolate bar I couldn’t pass up.
It’s the almond one I knew he’d like. The heat’s melted the edges, but I lift it up and show him.
He doesn’t look the least bit impressed with it or me.
His tone is acerbic when he asks, “How was your date?”
I almost tell him it wasn’t a date, not really, but then why bother? What does it matter if Noah knows the truth?
“It was fine.”
“Planning to leave your post at Lindale to move to Rome for good?”
“Why? Thinking of knocking down our connecting wall so you can take over my classroom?”
“It would be nice.” He acts like he’s mulling it over. “I’ll help you pack.”
“So quick to be rid of me? Who will you annoy when I’m gone?”
He turns and, in doing so, invades my space. “I don’t annoy you.”
The snort I produce is so loud it could wake the dead.
“So what’d you guys do?” he asks.
I shrug nonchalantly. “Stared into each other’s eyes. Played tonsil hockey.”
“What’d you really do?”
“He took me to get donuts.”
Noah groans like a wounded animal.
I inch closer, twisting the knife. “They were fresh out of the fryer. A heaping plate of them sprinkled with powdered sugar. Some were filled with cannoli cream that dripped out of the side. Are your pants tight yet?”
He lifts his fist to his mouth like he might need to bite down on it.
“Sounds filthy.”
Laughter wells up inside me to the point it hurts to stifle it. I look down at the floor, compose myself, then peer up at him from beneath my lashes.
“He asked me out again.”
“And?”
“I said yes. He’s such a gentleman. So handsome too, don’t you think?”
He shrugs. “Not my type.”
“True. It wouldn’t be your type without the devil horns and pointy tail. You’d be bored to death.”
“That’s not even close to what I’m looking for in a woman.”
I take another stab at guessing. “She kidnaps Dalmatian puppies. Has a fetish for fur.”
“My my…what an active imagination you have.”
I snap my fingers. “I’ve got it. Serpent hair and a bad personality. Her gaze turns men to stone. You like her to handcuff you in bed.”
His gaze catches mine when he replies, “Black hair. Fair skin. Big eyes. A mouth that never stops talking. She buys me chocolate when she misses me.”
My heart lurches in my chest as he steals the chocolate bar right out of my hand and tosses it deftly into the air, catching it again a moment later.