Back Our Italian Summer
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for the novels of
  3. Titles by Jennifer Probst
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraphs
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  23. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  24. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  42. NOTE TO READER
  43. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  44. Readers Guide
  45. QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
  46. Excerpt from THE SECRET LOVE LETTERS OF OLIVIA MORETTI
  47. Chapter One
  48. Chapter Two
  49. About the Author
  50. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Ah, family drama. Where would we be without it? I know what you mean, though. My youngest, Christy, was horrible to her mother. She was definitely a daddy’s girl and I spoiled her, sometimes to the detriment of my wife. They had a long struggle but became very close before my wife passed. I think time and Christy’s own experiences made a difference. It sounds to me like you’re already making progress here, especially with your daughter. Sometimes, our children forget we’re just people like them who make our own mistakes.”

It was true. Children seemed to put parents on a pedestal, just so they could knock them off in their teens. As time passed, we’d been ground into the dirt with no idea how we got there. But talking to Milton helped put some things into perspective. It was nice to share with someone who understood.

Soon, our glasses were empty, the moon had risen high in the sky, and a few hours had gone by.

I shook my head when I looked at my watch. “My goodness, I must go soon. Allegra is out, so I need to be back by eleven.”

“I’ve taken up your whole evening. I’m sorry—I’m usually not so bold, but there was something that pulled me toward you. I’ve enjoyed this.”

I smiled. “Me too. I’m glad you asked. Do you have your next adventure planned after this?”

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to see Paris. Look up at the Eiffel Tower, view the Mona Lisa, and put my feet on the ground of Normandy to remember World War II and our soldiers’ sacrifice.”

I gave a longing sigh. “That would be an amazing trip. I’ve had Ireland and Paris on my list to visit.”

“Then maybe you will join me.” His blue eyes sparkled behind his glasses. When the waiter came over with the check, he asked for paper and a pen and quickly began scribbling. “I’m going to give you my email address. I’m planning the trip in eight months. This tour company caters to singles, so it’s a nice group to travel with. Oh, I’m also on Facebook, where I post all my pictures of the kids and stuff.”

I laughed. “Well, it sounds amazing, but I’m not sure I can go to Paris.”