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I sigh. He’s right. Even though the inside of this particular Alfa Romeo is calling for me to pet it. The last time I was inside, I was too shocked and too tired to truly appreciate its beauty. But like always, there’s a time and a place. “I miss my car.”
Luca looks at me sideways. “What was it?”
“Bibi,” I say wistfully, thinking of my red companion. “She was a good girl.” Or a sneaky little whore if I count the way she abandoned me, condemning me to that bus ride from hell. But who’s holding grudges?
I can feel Luca roll his eyes, probably thinking I’m ‘such a girl’. “Never heard of aBibicar. Is that a model or a make?” Awww, look at him, trying to be all nice like he’s not secretly thinking I’m a ditsy female.
“It’s her name.” I roll my eyes for added measure. Oh, how I love it when the opposite sex underestimates me.
“Right, of course. And what type of car is Bibi?”
I nearly fail at suppressing my smirk, so turn my head to look out the window just in case. “A red one.”
The grunt that leaves him has me biting my lip.
“And red Bibi is a…” he trails off. You’ve got to love a trier. This guy will make someone a fantastic sexual partner, if he applies this method in bed.
“A very old car.” I sigh. “I should have known she was on her last legs. A journey like ours is not for the faint engined.”
From the corner of my eye, I can see his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. Why is he so damned curious about my car, anyway? Whatever the reason, I could be nice enough and throw him a bone. Or I could drag it out as long as possible and see how far I can take it. Decisions, decisions.
“Alessaaa,” he groans, parking his beauty of a car by the boardwalk leading to the port.
“Yes, Luca?” I turn to him, my eyes huge.
“Just tell me the damned make and model of your old car, so I can send someone to retrieve it.”
Swinging open the passenger door and jumping outside, I burst out laughing. The hum of ocean waves and the cacophony of squawks coming from the low-flying seagulls assault my ears. Taking a deep lungful of the fresh air, I turn around, facing Luca over the hood of his car.
“I didn’t take you as someone who collects scrap metal.”
He closes his eyes as his mouth moves in a silent prayer. Or maybe he’s counting down from ten, just like I do when something annoys me to no end.
I smile, closing the passenger door and making my way to the same place I first met Luca all those weeks ago.
“How come you weren’t wearing a suit back then?” I ask when he catches up to me.
“I’ll tell you when you tell me the make and model of your car.”
“What about the location? Don’t you need that?”
“Mel already told me.”
Makes sense. She’s the only one who knows about my journey here and I never told her it was a secret, so…
“Why do you want to get the car, really?”
He’s silent as he walks alongside me, watching the waves crash against the dock.
“If you tell me,” I say, slipping my hand around his elbow and looking up at him, “I’ll tell you everything I know about that little, old red car called Bibi.”
His eyes focus on my hand, gripping his bicep. It’s a nice bicep, so I squeeze it for encouragement.
“Dante—” of course, I should have known the master and commander was behind this. “—wants to make sure no one else finds it.”
“Why?” I prod.
“Beats me,” he grumbles.
