Alessandra jerks back like I just suggested she
prance around the square naked or something. “No! I believe I understand your
meaning, and Lorenzo is certainly not
my suitor. He is like a brother to me—the three of us grew up together.”
She resumes walking and I fall in step
beside her, understanding there has to be more to the story. And as we
near the end of the row, I finally ask, “If you’re not into the guy, then
what’s the problem?”
At that same moment, a rich, deep chuckle hits
my ears. My stomach involuntarily clenches and my gaze sharpens on the back of
this mysterious Lorenzo.
Alessandra sighs. “That is the problem.” She
places her hand on my arm and solemnly looks me in the eyes. “You must be
careful. Lorenzo is beautiful, and it is not uncommon for a girl to walk away
from meeting him with a piece of her heart left behind. But he is just
eighteen, and not yet ready for marriage.”
I roll my eyes and laugh, then realize she’s
serious. “Yeah, I assure you, there’s no danger on my end. I’m not exactly
looking for marriage myself.” Because
that would be crazy-town.
Alessandra wrinkles her nose as if she doesn’t
believe me, but she removes her hand. We close the distance and Cipriano
flashes me an open, honest to goodness, lighthearted smile.
“Lorenzo, this is the cousin I was telling you
about.”
Slowly the guy turns and I fall head first into
the richest chocolate-brown eyes I’ve ever seen. He blinks and long, luscious
lashes feather across his bronzed cheeks. I can feel myself gawking, but I physically
can’t drag my eyes away. Lorenzo doesn’t smirk or act all conceited, either. He
simply stares back, his eyes casually skimming over me, causing my skin to warm
and break out in a whole body tingle.
Time seems to stop, and the sounds of the market
mute. Alessandra was right. This boy is beautiful.
And he’s looking at me.
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