As she watched him walk away, his image blurred. Only then did she realize she was crying. She dashed the tears away angrily. How dare he try to make her think less of him? How dare he pretend to be something he wasn’t?
And how dare he think that any of that would matter to her? She would, she supposed, simply have to convince him otherwise.
Author’s Note
Writing this book brought back a lot of wonderful memories of visits with my Italian great-aunts, aunts, uncles, and hordes of cousins. I think I was channeling them all to help me create Patrizia Ruocco and her family. I hope you enjoyed this installment in the Gaslight series. Please drop me a line and I will be happy to put you on my e-mail list. I’ll keep you posted on places where I’ll be autographing, and I’ll also send reminders when I have a new book coming out. You may contact me through my Web site, victoriathompson.com.
