“I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered a bottle of red to get us started.”

Annie paused a little. She really should refuse, given her vow not to drink too much and risk losing the run of herself altogether by behaving like a lush in front of him. She wanted to say no, but the eager look on his face made her change her mind.

This was their first proper date after all. She didn’t want to ruin it by coming across like a Goody Two-shoes.

“Perfect.” She smiled as he poured her a glass.

“So how’s your week been?” he asked, and Annie was surprised to find he actually seemed interested to know. Again, most guys she’d been with couldn’t be arsed with polite conversation—or indeed conversation full stop, she thought wryly. “How’s your friend after her accident?”

“She’s great—taking it easy, but that’s no hardship in a spot like this.” She was also touched that he’d asked after Colette. Just went to show that not only did he really listen to her, he also cared about what she said, and wasn’t just out for what he could get.

Though, she thought with a grin, she kind of hoped that he was interested in that, too...

“Must say I’m still impressed that you’re a solo traveler,” he went on. “Though I can’t quite imagine taking off on holiday on my own, I can see the attraction in getting time to yourself. The boys are great, but can be a bit full-on...” He shrugged. “It’s nice to get away and do my own thing for a bit.”

“I get you. Though it’s been sort of the opposite for me. I came to Italy alone but I’ve made some friends since I’ve been here.” She grinned. “Yourself included.”

“I’m not surprised—you’re obviously the sociable type.” Then he reached across the table to touch her hand. “And I’m very glad you chose to socialize with me, though I rather hoped you might consider me a bit more than a friend...”

A delicious thrill snaked up Annie’s spine at his touch, and she was sorry when shortly afterward their primi arrived and the moment was broken.

Despite the hokey surroundings, the meal was incredible. Harry’s posh upbringing had obviously made him well-versed in food and wine, and Annie was enjoying the fruits of his expertise.

On his recommendation, she opted to forgo the Italian old reliables on offer and instead try a French cassoulet, enjoying the rich mix of white beans, duck legs, and melt-in-the-mouth pork. He, in turn, decided on tartiflette, a savory potato dish with cheese, bacon and onions.