“I-I’m,” I stammer, “so sorry about yourshirt.”
“No worries. I’ve gotplenty.”
We both sit back down and try hard to stifle ourchuckles.
And I try hard to breathe like a normal personagain.
“I’d be honored to wear anythingCraveMedesigned. But can I see it first? Before I agree? I mean, I hope that’sokay.”
Antonio nods. “Certainly. It’s at the factory. You’ll see ittomorrow.”
“Perfect, and thankyou.”
A corner of his mouth lifts. “Forwhat?”
“For thinking of me. I’mflattered.”
“Daniella Belle, you’re a delight. But it’s getting late. Go back to bed, I insist. We have a long daytomorrow.”
I ease up from the chair and place my hand on his shoulder. “Good-night,Antonio.”
“Until tomorrow, Daniella. Sleepwell.”
