She fetched her laptop from her case and, settling down at her desk, began to type.

I am in love the moment I see Capri rise above the Bay of Naples like a mirage. The legend says that it was here that Odysseus resisted the call of the sirens. Just how he withstood the seduction of Capri, I do not know, because I stand no chance of resisting this slice of Mediterranean paradise. I’m more inclined to follow in the footsteps of Emperor Tiberius, who supposedly transformed this small island of craggy limestone cliffs, turquoise waters, and swaths of wisteria into a debauched haven of decadence and hedonism. Seduction, I soon learn, is the scent of lemon, the pink clouds at sunset, and the moon and stars reflected in the darkened ocean.

It is while standing on the cliffs of Capri that I have what can only be called a romantic epiphany. When I marry, I declare, this is where I want to do it. From the seductive ocean views to the sensual fragrance floating on a warm, ocean breeze, falling in love in Italy seems not only likely, but inevitable…

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The next day, Keira awoke feeling somewhat renewed. The spat between her and Cristiano the night before had been draining, but also cathartic. Her intense reaction to thinking he was married had clarified things in her mind; her attraction to Cristiano was more than just a flirtation. She’d admitted as much in her writing.

As Keira showered, she wondered what this new day with Cristiano would bring. They were spending another day touring Capri, and she was hopeful that something may happen between them.

Sun streamed through Keira’s blinds as she dressed for the day. It looked set to be another scorching hot day so she chose shorts and a tank top, the most revealing outfit she’d worn thus far. As she left her room and skipped down the steps, she was excited to see Cristiano’s reaction.

She found him outside, leaning against a lemon tree in the shade. Like always, Cristiano looked like a supermodel to Keira. Tingles ran down her spine as she approached him.

When Cristiano looked up, his eyes boggled at the sight of Keira. She smiled to herself, glad that she could have such an effect on him.

“You are looking divine today, Keira,” Cristiano said, taking her hands and kissing her on each cheek.

Keira couldn’t be certain, but she felt as if his greeting kisses were lingering more than they used to.

“As do you,” she replied.

It was another sun-soaked day, the air heavy with the scent of lemon and juniper, the sky hazy with heat. They headed first along the hillside path where the view of the ocean was the most exquisite. Every few paces, Keira had to stop to jot down sentences to use in her article, so inspired was she by the surrounding locale.

Cristiano guided her to a different town square. Here Keira saw that every designer brand had set up shop—Versace, Gucci, Prada, Armani. She snapped a photo of their store fronts and sent it to Bryn, knowing how jealous her sister would be.