Chapter23:

Sandro winced as he emerged from the blue convertible car. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his blue denim jeans and then withdrew them to caress the three-day-old beard on his chin. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled slowly, his nostrils flaring as a floral fragrance drifted into his nose. He turned around, narrowing his eyes as they settled on a curvaceous, leggy brunette. She was clad in a burnt orange metallic miniskirt that hitched up every time she moved. His gaze traveled down to the belly ring, barely covered by the floral crochet crop top she was wearing. A bright smile graced her oval face, and she pushed the aviator sunglasses down her sharp, straight nose. "Well, isn't this a surprise," she purred. Her voice carried the husky quality he remembered from the last time he was with her. "Alessandro," she added, drawing out his name in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. He still had a reaction to her, and he wondered if that would ever change. "Thalia," Sandro mumbled as s