“What’s that?” Trentasked.
“I think you’re right. I better get out toKira’s.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Trent said as Anthony started heading toward histruck.
“Hey,” Anthony said before climbing in. “Thankyou.”
Trent grinned. “Anytime.”
* * *
Knockingon a door at this time of morning was just wrong; there was no getting around it. But Anthony couldn’t risk losing another minute. Who knew if Kira would have cellular service in places likeMilan?
A rustle sounded on the other side of the door. The curtain in the front window moved. “I think it’s your boyfriend,” crooned a femalevoice.
The doorknob jiggled before the entire door swung back wide. And there stood a gal Anthony recognized from Kira’s pictures. She put her handout.
“You must beAnthony.”
He reached out to shake her hand. “Pleasure. And you must beMarissa.”
She grinned. “I am. Come on in. Kira’s sulking in thetub.”
He lifted a brow. “Soaking?”
“No,” Marissa said. “Sulking.She’s upset about how things went last night, but she has yet to tell me why.” Her hands went to her hips. “The only thing I know is that it has something to do withyou.”
Heat flared up in his face. In pictures, it was easy to see the similarities between Kira and her sister. Namely the eyes. But in person, with their personalities as different as they were, they barely resembled oneanother.
“Well, I’ll just go knock on the door, if you don’t mind. See if I can’t talk with her for aminute.”
Marissa did a sidestep, landing squarely in front of him. “You’re not going to discourage her, areyou?”
He grinned, liking the protective nature he saw in Kira’s sister. “No,” he said. “Not if it’s what she wants.” He stepped around her then, moving down the hall to where he tapped on her door. “Kira?”
A loud splash came from the other side of the door. “Anthony?”
“Yes. Can I talk toyou?”
A long pause came. “Why?”
“Because I need to apologize. I really messed up lastnight.”
Another splash came, followed by a loud clatter. Something heavy, possibly metal, tumbling to the ground. “Coming,” shecalled.
He heard her mumbling next. Something about thestupid towel bar. “I can help you fix that,” heassured.
The door opened, revealing a damp-faced Kira in a pink, fluffy robe. She’d made a towel turban for her head, and he’d be danged if it didn’t look adorable on her. She folded her arms, leaned in the doorway, and lifted herchin.
“I’m sorry for how I reactedyesterday.”
“It’s not a decision I asked to make,Anthony.”
“I know,” he said with anod.
Her chin quivered. “I would’ve been happiernotgetting that offer. But I thought it was at least something I could talk to you about. I trustedyou.”
Trusted?The word was razorsharp.
