Chapter 70

• A startled laugh escapes Sandro as he responds, "No, I didn't—only because I am recognized as the best sharpshooter in all of Italy."
• "And who made that determination?" she queries, her skepticism evident.
• "Championships," he declares confidently, but as his gaze shifts, he notices her fingers rigidly gripping the gun. With a deft movement, he approaches her, gently covering her delicate, pale fingers with his own tan, roughened ones—an artful contrast that brings a sense of warmth to the moment. As he guides her index finger to the safety with deliberate slowness, her shoulders begin to relax.