Page 185 of European Escapes


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“Last night.”

Her heart fell and ridiculous tears burned the back of her eyes. So where had he slept? And why hadn’t he come to their room? “How did your meeting go?”

“It was interesting.”

“That’s good.” She forced her lips up into a brittle smile and then caught Joe’s eye. He was staring at her as he fed himself a bite of the bread. She smiled more warmly even as her eyes felt grittier, saltier. Please God, don’t let her cry.

“Tell me about your family,” Vitt said abruptly, leaning back in his chair. “You never talk about them.”

“I.I’m not sure what you want to know.”

“Tell me about your father. You said he was a businessman. Sales, I think you said.”

She nodded woodenly. “Yes.”

“And you moved a lot growing up?”

“Yes.”

His eyes narrowed a fraction. “Where were you born?”

“De—” Jillian broke off, bit her tongue, realizing she’d come dangerously close to telling him the very things the government had insisted she never share. “Dallas.”

“Dallas?” he repeated, head tipping to the side. “Which hospital?”

“I don’t remember. I’d have to ask my mother.”

“And where is she?”

“In a retirement community in Florida.”

“We should invite them out for our wedding.”

“They don’t…they don’t…like to fly.”

“Don’t you want your father to give you away?”

She squirmed. “Of course I would, but they don’t travel much and they wouldn’t be comfortable here.”

His lips curved. “Here in our home?”

“No.”

“You mean, here in Sicily?”

“No. That’s not what I mean.”

“So what do you mean, Jill?”

Completely flustered, she bit down into her lower lip, chewed the tender skin. “I’m not close with my parents,” she said at last. “I haven’t seen them in years.”

“They’ve never met Joseph then?”

She shook her head. “They don’t even know he exists.”

“I’m shocked.”

“We’re not all close-knit Sicilian families that dine together every night.”

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