33

Cara

I'm standing on the balcony looking out at the lake when Eros comes home. The sun's setting over the water and the colors sparkle with the waves, and I force myself to turn away and meet his gaze.

"Always beautiful," he says, staring at me and not at the water.

I feel myself blush. "How was your day?"

"Uneventful." He joins me at the railing. "The Italians are making noise, but nothing I didn't expect."

"Really? Are you okay?"

"We're fine. You worry more about yourself." He glances at me. "I haven't spoken to you much since dinner. Are you holding up okay?"

I grimace slightly and stare down at my hands. I'm not sure how I'm feeling—it's really hard to piece it all together. He tried to warn me that things would be difficult, but I didn't really believe him, not until Anissa was standing there calling me a piece of trash to my face at least.

"Your sister visited me today at work."

His eyebrows raise. "Really? She set foot in that little diner? Amazing."

I give him a look. "Why do