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SAL
It doesn’t take long for us to pack some things and rent another boat, heading for town. From there, we’ll take the train to Marseille.
I have another boat that will take us from Marseille to Cork Harbour in Ireland.
After that…
We’re behind enemy lines, to be sure.
Boat, I’ve decided, is the easiest way to go. It allows us for a little more cover and a little less scrutiny. Bribing people in a port is an ancient art, and one that our families have perfected over time.
I’m proud to say that I’m as good as they get when it comes to sneaking stuff in and out of a port. Much easier than a plane or train, that’s for sure.
Interpol, and every police force prior, struggle to keep tabs on the ports.
It’s something that I pretty much count on, in this business.
We’re halfway across the lake when my eyes turn to Gia.
She’s sitting on the bow of the boat, a scarf wrapped around her hair. Dark sunglasses make her look like a movie star, as does the linen outfit she’s sporting.
My chest aches at how badly I want her.
However, the longing I feel for her is tempered by a darkness that has been nagging at me, ever since that first time when I asked her to be more.
And she said no.
Clearly, I’m good enough for activities that involve our bodies. The attraction between us is as palpable now as it was when I first saw her.
But I’m beginning to wonder if that’s all we have.
Gia doesn’t seem interested in more than sex with me. Clearly, our sexual compatibility is off the charts, even with my specific kink.
But beyond that…
She looks forward, gazing out over the lake.
My chest constricts slightly.
Beyond our physical compatibility, I have no idea. I have always assumed that Gia and I would work out as partners. We’re perfectly matched in every way.
Now, though, I’m not sure that she feels the same.
We’re able to dock in Como easily. From there, the train is a breeze, because in Italy when money changes hands, questions disappear.
It’s so easy to travel when you know exactly who to pay to make the journey easier.
Gia, for the most part, is quiet during the trip. The countryside skims by, the landscape becoming increasingly tropical as the train huffs toward the Mediterranean Sea.
“You know, I get that America is big and has a lot of cool landscapes too,” Gia murmurs. “But this? This view is something else.”
I agree with her.
“You were born in Italy, right?”
She nods. “I was.”