CHAPTER FOURTEEN
DANI RACED OUT of Mancini’s, quickly started Louisa’s little car and headed home. Her flight didn’t leave until ten in the morning. But she had to pack. She had to say goodbye to Louisa. She had to give back the tons of clothes her new friend had let her borrow for her job at Mancini’s.
She swiped at a tear as she turned down the lane to Palazzo di Comparino. Her brain told her she was smart to be going home. Her splintered heart reminded her she didn’t have a home. No one to return to in the United States. No one to stay for in Italy.
The kitchen light was on and as was their practice, Louisa had waited up for Dani. As soon as she stepped in the kitchen door, Louisa handed her a cup of tea. Dani glanced up at her, knowing the sheen of tears sparkled on her eyelashes.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m going home.”
Louisa blinked. “I thought this was settled.”
“Nothing’s ever settled with Rafe.” She sucked in a breath. “The smart thing for me is to leave.”
“What about the restaurant, your job, your destiny?”
She fell to a seat. “He asked me to marry him.”
Louisa’s eyes widened. “How is that bad? My God, Dani, even I can see you love the guy.”
“I said no.”
“Oh, sweetie! Sweetie! You love the guy. How the hell could you say no?”
“I’ve been here four weeks, Louisa. Rafe is a confirmed bachelor and he asked me to marry him. The day before I’m supposed to go home. You do the math.”
“What math? You have a return ticket to the United States. He doesn’t want you to go.”
Dani slowly raised her eyes to meet Louisa’s. “Exactly. The proposal was a stopgap measure. He told me all about it when we talked about Paul asking me to marry him. He said Paul didn’t want to risk losing me, so the day before I left for Italy, he’d asked me to marry him.”
“And you think that’s what Rafe did?”
Her chin lifted. “You don’t?”
* * *
Rafe was seated at the bar on his third shot of whiskey when Emory ambled out into the dining room.
“What are you doing here?”
He presented the shot glass. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Emory frowned. “Getting drunk?”
Rafe saluted his correct answer.
“After a successful catering event that could have gone south, you’re drinking?”
“I asked Daniella to marry me. And do you know what she told me?”
Looking totally confused, Emory slid onto the stool beside Rafe. “Obviously, she said no.”
“She said no.”
Emory laughed. Rafe scowled at him. “Why do you think this is funny?”
“The look on your face is funny.”
“Thanks.”
“Come on, Rafe, you’ve known the girl a month.”
“So she doesn’t trust me?”
Emory laughed. “Look at you. Look at how you’ve treated her. Would you trust you?”
“Yeah, well, she’s leaving for New York tomorrow. I didn’t want her to go.”
Emory frowned. “Ah. So you asked her to marry you to keep her from going?”
“No. I asked her to marry me because I love her.” He rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. “But I’d also told her that her boyfriend had asked her to marry him the day before she left for Italy as a stopgap measure. Wanting to tie her to him, without giving her a real commitment, he’d asked. But he hadn’t really meant it. He just didn’t want her to go.”
Emory swatted him with a dish towel. “Why do you tell her these things?”
“At the time it made sense.”
“Yeah, well, now she thinks you only asked her to marry you to keep her from going back to New York.”
“No kidding.”
Emory swatted him again. “Get the hell over to Palazzo di Comparino and fix this!”
“How?”
Emory’s eyes narrowed. “You know what she wants...what she needs. Not just truth, proof. If you love her, and you’d better if you asked her to marry you, you have to give her proof.”
He jumped off the stool, grabbed Emory’s shoulders and noisily kissed the top of his head. “Yes. Yes! Proof! You are a hundred percent correct.”
“You just make sure she doesn’t get on that plane.”
* * *
Dani’s tears dried as she and Louisa packed her things. Neither one of them expected to sleep, so they spent the night talking. They talked of keeping in touch. Video chatting and texting made that much easier than it used to be. And Louisa had promised to come to New York. They would be thousands of miles apart but they would be close.
Around five in the morning, Dani shoved off her kitchen chair and sadly made her way to the shower. She dressed in her own old raggedy jeans and a worn sweater, the glamour of her life in Tuscany, and Louisa’s clothes behind her now.
When she came downstairs, Louisa had also dressed. She’d promised to take her to the airport and she’d gotten ready.
But there was an odd gleam in her eye when she said, “Shall we go?”
Dani sighed, knowing she’d miss this house but also realizing she’d found a friend who could be like a sister. The trip wasn’t an entire waste after all.
She smiled at Louisa. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
They got into the ugly green car and rather than let Dani drive, Louisa got behind the wheel.
“I thought you refused to drive until you understood Italy’s rules of the road better.”
Stepping on the gas, Louisa shrugged. “I’ve gotta learn some time.”
She drove them out of the vineyard and out of the village. Then the slow drive to Florence began. But even before they went a mile, Louisa turned down an old road.
“What are you doing?”
“I promised someone
