Italy With A Duke
he asked their driver without taking his eyes off her as the car pulled away from the curb.
“Sì.”
“Would you mind telling my beautiful date?”
Marco’s gaze flicked from Duke to Caitlyn in the rearview mirror, then returned to the road. He flipped the vehicle’s signal, then pulled into traffic, getting their trip underway. “Il Porcellino was a handsome young man under a terrible enchantment. Each day he spent as a wild boar, roaming the hills outside Firenze. Each night, he would become a young man and wander the city.”
Her gaze shifted to Duke, a bemused glimmer dancing in her liquid toffee eyes. “A wild boar,” she repeated. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
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