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perfect for you, so maybe I’m guilty of trying to protect you too much. You’ll find your footing, Sammy.”
“Not if I hide out in the hotel.” I stood up, with his hand still in mine. “I want to go out into the city. Let’s go have some lunch. I want to do the opposite of everything that I have been doing lately. Maybe that will clear my head a bit.”
“Sounds great.” He led me toward the door. “I’ll be here tonight, you know.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Max. I shouldn’t have said that. Whatever is making me stumble is all on me.” I kissed his cheek. “But I am sure glad I have you here to help me figure it out.”
“Motorbike?” He pulled the keys from his pocket.
“Absolutely.”
As I hugged him tight and the world flew by, I realized that it wasn’t just my body I wasn’t satisfied with. A part of me still seemed to be waiting for Max to reject me. Despite how clear and forthcoming he’d been about his feelings, I still expected him to come to his senses and walk away.
If he knew that I was even thinking such things, he’d be upset. He had a right to be. It showed a lack of trust that I thought I’d left behind long ago.
Why was I so very twisted up inside? Why did it seem like the lightest breeze could send me spiraling off my path? If there was ever going to be a moment that I should declare happiness as my fulltime state of mind, wouldn’t Venice in Max’s arms be one of those moments?
Max eased the motorbike to a stop outside a small cafe.
“I’m starving.” He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked inside. “I can’t wait to see the menu.”
“I don’t even need a menu. I know exactly what I want.” I grinned.
He pulled out a chair for me.
As I sat down, I reminded myself how lucky I was to be with him. For so long I thought it would never happen, but there he was—right across from me, his gaze locked to mine.
“What’s it going to be?”
“Chicken Alfredo. How could I pass it up?”
I sensed relief in his smile as he nodded. “Good. The last thing you want to do is miss out on the good food in Italy.”
Once we placed our order I did my best to make conversation. I tried to keep a positive tone, and even pointed out how lucky we were to be in Venice. It all would have been true, if I could only just let the thoughts go about my fall from the runway.
Max was right. It certainly hadn’t been the first time that it had happened to me, but it was probably the most public of any mishaps I’d had. How could I manage it again that night?
When the chicken Alfredo arrived, I dug in and even tried a bite of Max’s ravioli. I enjoyed indulging in one of my favorite meals, and though I’d had many delicious dishes, this by far outshined them all.
“Wow, I might never be able to go back home. I’ll miss the food!”
“That’ll give us a good reason to come back.” Max smiled.
“Do you think we will? This seems like such a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing, doesn’t it?”
“Samantha, if your book keeps doing so well and your next follows suit, you’re going to have the freedom to go anywhere and do anything you want.” Max took a bite of my Alfredo. “You shouldn’t limit yourself.”
“Hm.” I finished my food as I thought about his words.
Was that the problem? Was I limiting the amount of success I was allowing myself?
Chapter 18
When we left the restaurant, the uneasiness followed me. I wanted to think my way out of the problem I faced, when what I really needed to do was feel my way out.
“Can we do a little window shopping?” I pointed to the slew of tiny shops not far from the restaurant.
“Sure.” Max hooked his arm through mine.
As I perused the assortment of goods, I found that delicate items drew my attention—tiny figurines, little glass shoes, and even dainty teacups. None of these things were my usual style. Could it be that my own sense of fragility was reflected in these
“Not if I hide out in the hotel.” I stood up, with his hand still in mine. “I want to go out into the city. Let’s go have some lunch. I want to do the opposite of everything that I have been doing lately. Maybe that will clear my head a bit.”
“Sounds great.” He led me toward the door. “I’ll be here tonight, you know.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Max. I shouldn’t have said that. Whatever is making me stumble is all on me.” I kissed his cheek. “But I am sure glad I have you here to help me figure it out.”
“Motorbike?” He pulled the keys from his pocket.
“Absolutely.”
As I hugged him tight and the world flew by, I realized that it wasn’t just my body I wasn’t satisfied with. A part of me still seemed to be waiting for Max to reject me. Despite how clear and forthcoming he’d been about his feelings, I still expected him to come to his senses and walk away.
If he knew that I was even thinking such things, he’d be upset. He had a right to be. It showed a lack of trust that I thought I’d left behind long ago.
Why was I so very twisted up inside? Why did it seem like the lightest breeze could send me spiraling off my path? If there was ever going to be a moment that I should declare happiness as my fulltime state of mind, wouldn’t Venice in Max’s arms be one of those moments?
Max eased the motorbike to a stop outside a small cafe.
“I’m starving.” He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked inside. “I can’t wait to see the menu.”
“I don’t even need a menu. I know exactly what I want.” I grinned.
He pulled out a chair for me.
As I sat down, I reminded myself how lucky I was to be with him. For so long I thought it would never happen, but there he was—right across from me, his gaze locked to mine.
“What’s it going to be?”
“Chicken Alfredo. How could I pass it up?”
I sensed relief in his smile as he nodded. “Good. The last thing you want to do is miss out on the good food in Italy.”
Once we placed our order I did my best to make conversation. I tried to keep a positive tone, and even pointed out how lucky we were to be in Venice. It all would have been true, if I could only just let the thoughts go about my fall from the runway.
Max was right. It certainly hadn’t been the first time that it had happened to me, but it was probably the most public of any mishaps I’d had. How could I manage it again that night?
When the chicken Alfredo arrived, I dug in and even tried a bite of Max’s ravioli. I enjoyed indulging in one of my favorite meals, and though I’d had many delicious dishes, this by far outshined them all.
“Wow, I might never be able to go back home. I’ll miss the food!”
“That’ll give us a good reason to come back.” Max smiled.
“Do you think we will? This seems like such a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing, doesn’t it?”
“Samantha, if your book keeps doing so well and your next follows suit, you’re going to have the freedom to go anywhere and do anything you want.” Max took a bite of my Alfredo. “You shouldn’t limit yourself.”
“Hm.” I finished my food as I thought about his words.
Was that the problem? Was I limiting the amount of success I was allowing myself?
Chapter 18
When we left the restaurant, the uneasiness followed me. I wanted to think my way out of the problem I faced, when what I really needed to do was feel my way out.
“Can we do a little window shopping?” I pointed to the slew of tiny shops not far from the restaurant.
“Sure.” Max hooked his arm through mine.
As I perused the assortment of goods, I found that delicate items drew my attention—tiny figurines, little glass shoes, and even dainty teacups. None of these things were my usual style. Could it be that my own sense of fragility was reflected in these
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