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"Yes," he replied with a mix of pride and dread. Donatella meant a lot to him, and he did not want to hurt her feelings.
She studied her old lover for a moment and could sense that this was very hard for him. Determined to hide her true feelings she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a big hug. Inside, however, she could feel herself plunging toward darkness. Part of her, however foolishly, had always hoped that someday, she and Mitch would walk away from their respective intelligence agencies, get married and have a baby. Deep down she had always known it had been an irrational indulgence, but she had allowed it nonetheless.
Now she kissed him on the cheek and said, "Congratulations. Do I get to meet her?"
Caught off guard, Rapp stammered and then said, "I don't know maybe."
"Is she here in Milan?" Donatella locked onto him with her piercing brown eyes.
Rapp thought of lying and then quickly decided against it. "Yes, she is."
"You don't want me to meet her."
"No I didn't say that. It's just that it might be a little tricky."
"Please tell me she knows what you do for a living. Or I should say what you really do for a living."
"Yes." Rapp nodded. "Unfortunately, she knows more than she should."
"Then what's the problem? I'd love to meet her."
The meeting wasn't going exactly as he'd planned. "We were lovers, Donatella. I have no burning desire to meet any of her ex boyfriends."
Donatella chose to focus on the first part of his comment. "Yes, we were lovers." She cocked her head to the side in a confident manner and asked, "How is the sex?"
Rapp frowned. "Donatella."
She persisted. "Is it as good as the sex we had?" Her Italian passion was showing through.
"Donatella, I don't think we should be talking about this."
She looked at him with utter confidence and said, "It must not be."
"We have a wonderful relationship."
"Is she an American?"
"Yes, she's an American."
Donatella let out a laugh that was more of a scoff. "Then it's impossible. There is no way the sex is better."
For some reason Rapp felt the need to defend Anna. "Hey, we have great sex."
In a disbelieving tone she asked, "Better than the sex we had?"
Rapp knew there was no way he could answer this question without either angering Donatella or being disloyal to Anna. "It's different, Donatella, okay?"
"Ha," she laughed with an obvious tone of satisfaction. "It is not better. I can see it in your eyes." She walked over to her desk and yanked open a drawer in search of a pack of cigarettes. "I would like to meet her. Maybe we can have dinner tonight?" She found her cigarettes and lit one.
Rapp declined to take one even though he was tempted. He took the opportunity to get down to the real reason he'd traveled all the way from America. "There is something I need to talk to you about."
"What does she do for a living?"
"We are going to change the subject." Rapp stood firmly in front of her desk.
Donatella took a drag from her cigarette and through the smoke she eyed Rapp suspiciously and said, "I don't believe you. There is no way she knows what you've done for your government."
"She does. In fact, she's seen me in action."
