Chapter 18

• THIS is your idea of a date? When you said we were visiting romantic Rome, I imagined wandering hand in hand to the Spanish Steps and the Colosseum. Not sitting in a rugby stadium,” Maya muttered, taking her seat and waving enthusiastically to the very vocal crowd.
• Lucian gave her a rare smile. “You wanted to be alone with me. We’re alone.”
• “This is your idea of alone?” Maya glanced at the security team surrounding them, and then at the enormous crowd who were cheering as the players jogged onto the pitch. “Are you delusional?”