He remembered this house.

‘Where are we staying? A couple of nights in a hotel is all very well but we need a plan.’

‘I don’t know’ Antonio ran his fingers up Giovanna’s arm.

‘This was your plan. Let’s run away you said. No treats for you till I know there’s a roof over our heads.’

Giovanna pushed Antonio out the door.

***

Antonio was stumped.

Then he remembered this house. It was mostly empty. The farmer that owned it found it too small to be practical now he had five children. He dreamed of selling his modern larger house and moving back in when he retired.

Antonio had done some work for him when he was a student. He’d allowed him to stay sometimes in the busy season, so he was on hand 24/7 to help out. It had been decades but if the house was still there it would be a perfect hideout.

***

Giovanna was in the spa when he returned so he left the keys on the table with a note and went for a swim.

***

When he returned a grateful Giovanna was waiting with a room service menu.

‘Would you like table d'hote or something a la carte?’

She handed him the menu.

‘What’s on the a la carte menu.’

She undid her robe.

‘Let me show you.’

‘Think maybe I need both.’

‘I was hoping you’d say that.’