“Silly?” I echoed. “Si,” she said with a sharp nod. “Sciocco.” “She ridicules me in my own tongue,” I murmured, once again shocked by her gumption. “You know, most women would thank me for looking out for them.” “Maybe you should spend the day with them instead.” She smiled sweetly, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and got out of the car. It gave me time to lock down my grin before I followed suit and joined her at the door to the flats.
