“There’s something I should tell you,” Avasaid.
Gianluca asked.“This isn’t the first time we’ve met.”“Is that so?”“I don’t seem—familiar to you?”He shrugged. Ava knew right about then any chance of her making a little joke of it, or him be-ing enchanted or curious or even maybe a little regretful, evaporated.“I meet many people. Forgive me if I don’t recall your face.”His tone was reasonable, his words polite. But the sentiments, they stung.…
I don’t recall your face. I don’t remember lying in the grass on Palatine Hill,cradling you in my arms. I don’t remember a single one of the personal confes-sions you made because really, it meant nothing to me.
“You really don’t remember?” she persevered. A look of irritation flashed across those hooded eyes.“No doubt you will tell me.” Ava knew it was irrational. She knew she had no right to expect something sofleeting, so long-ago, to have stayed with him as it had with her. She didn’t real-ize until that moment how deep she was into this fantasy. She really had to stopit now unless she was keen on full-shakedown humiliation.“I’m waiting,” he said.