Questions

“Here you go, darlin’. Try this one.” Duke set a glass of freshly-squeezed juice from the bar beside her breakfast plate.

Like usual, Caitlyn startled, looking up from his phone as he returned to his seat beside her in the hotel’s restaurant. The place was packed—every table full—and noisy, the same for the rest of the hotel. So, the members of their travel tour who’d agreed to share rooms upon their arrival were still sharing rooms on their last day in Venice.

After the initial shock of it, she didn’t mind.

Duke was neat and tidy to a fault, but infinitely tolerant and even amused by the general shambles that occurred in her wake. They made a good team, wandering the postcard-perfect streets of the floating city, with its crisscrossing canals, museums and galleries and public squares. He followed gamely with her leading using his phone and him constantly looking out for her. No matter what it was that she suggested they do, he always went along without compl