"I know. That's part of what I need to figure out."
"It would be much more practical to stay here while we establish the tourism business."
The way he says 'practical' makes it sound like my feelings about independence are silly and inconvenient. Which maybe they are, but they're also mine.
"Practical, yes. But not what I want."
He sets down his coffee cup and studies my face. "What exactly are you saying, Madison?"
"I'm saying I'd like to move back to my house today. And I'd like my car back from the repair shop so I can start taking care of things myself."
"Your car isn't ready yet."
"Then I'd like the contact information for the mechanic so I can check on the progress myself."
Another shift in his expression, this one less subtle. "You don't trust me to handle it?"
The question is loaded, and we both know it. Because this isn't really about the car.
"It's not about trust. It's about me being responsible for my own life."
We stare at each other across his perfect kitchen, and I can see him calculating. Whatever he's thinking, it's not making him happy.
"And the tourism business?" he asks finally.
"I still want to make that work. If you're still interested in partnering with me."
"From your house without electricity or transportation?"
"I'll figure it out. I’m only a few minutes away. Can you recommend someone who could help with repairs? An electrician, maybe a plumber?"
He's quiet for a long moment, and I can't tell if he's angry or disappointed or just surprised. Maybe all three.
"Franco," he says finally. "He handles most of the renovation work in the village. I'll give you his number."
"Thank you."
"Are you certain about this?"
"I am."
"Why?"
It’s complicated, but I settle for a simple truth.
"Because I didn't travel across the world to abandon my house at the first sign of difficulty. I came here to prove I could handle whatever life threw at me. I can't do that from your guest cottage."
Something flickers across his face that might be respect. Or it might be irritation. With Enzo, it's hard to tell.
"Very well," he says. "I'll arrange for Franco to meet you at the house this afternoon."
"Thank you."
"And I'll have Emilio provide you with the mechanic's information."
"I appreciate it."
I finish my coffee and stand up, suddenly eager to get this transition over with before I lose my nerve.
