“We will get you back to the hotel so you can nap or go out to explore the city. I am here if you have questions on where to go or need recommendations. And tonight we will have dinner at a delicious local restaurant, so please be ready by six p.m. in the lobby.”

I slipped my phone out and opened up my email program.

Enzo dropped into the seat beside me. “Are you posting your pics to Facebook?” he asked in his usual teasing manner.

Relief cut through me. Since last night, I’d been worried he’d be cold and businesslike after I accused him of hitting on me. But it seemed he was back to normal, and I was grateful. “No, I’ll leave that to my daughter. I’m actually checking in at work.”

“What do you do?”

“Advertising. I run my own company back in New York.”

He nodded. “Ah, big responsibilities. Do you create commercials or print ads?”

“Both.” I tried to concentrate, because his scent was all around me again. Why did he smell like fresh-baked cookies and rich chocolate? “We just scored a major account, so I’m trying to make sure everything is going smoothly.”

“Then you must love it. It is good to love what you do.”

“It is. Do you love being a tour guide?”

His face lit up. His features shifted and changed with each of his expressions, his dark brown eyes alive. “Sì. My father was a tour guide, and I learned from the best. I love teaching people about Italy.”

“Is it hard to travel all the time? I imagine everyone misses you back home.”

I hoped my question seemed low-key. I was kind of dying to know if he had a partner or kids back home, even though he wore no ring. “A bit hard for a serious relationship,” he said thoughtfully, “but it is part of who I am. I’m gone for a month, then return for two, then back out again. So far, I haven’t found the true love of my life who is meant for me, so there is no one to get back to except my dog.”

His statements on true love threw me. Men didn’t talk like that, so I wondered if he was being a bit mocking. “What breed?”

“An old-fashioned mutt. Her name is Sophia, for Sophia Loren—our most famous movie star.”

I laughed. “I have to tell my mother she has a namesake. I’m sure your dog misses you when you’re away. Who takes care of her?”

“My neighbor, who spoils her rotten. We share custody, so this makes Sophia happy. You must take care of your woman, no?”

His gaze met mine in that intense way again, but this time I didn’t jump to conclusions. He was just a passionate guy who acted different than I was used to. “Yes. Or she craps all over you.”