Travis had agreed it was a fantastic opportunity, too good to pass up. Heâd also acknowledged that theyâd put his career ahead of hers up to that point. What neither of them could admit was that her move to DC had signaled the beginning of the end.
Even then theyâd tried to make it work. Heâd flown in between deployments for short visits. Sheâd zipped down to Florida for the ceremony awarding him the Silver Starâdespite the fact his plane had taken hits from intense antiaircraft fire, Travis and his crew had managed a daring extraction of a navy SEAL team pinned down and about to be overrun. An air force general and a navy admiral had both been present at the ceremony. Each had commented on how proud Kate must be of her husband.
She was! So proud she often choked up when she tried to describe what he did to outsiders. Pride was cold comfort, though, when he grabbed his go kit and took off for another short-notice rotation to Afghanistan or Somalia or some other war-ravaged, disease-stricken area of operations.
Then there were the ops he couldnât tell her about. Highly classified and often even more dangerous. Like, she guessed a moment later, the present one. She got her first clue when he glossed over her question about how long heâd be in Italy.
âWeâre not sure. Could be another month, could be more. What about you? How long are you staying?â
âI fly home on the twentieth.â
He cocked his head. âTwo days after our divorce becomes final.â
âDawn and Callie thought it would be easier to... That is, I wanted to...â She played with her glass, swirling the dark red chianti, and dug deep for a smile. âI couldnât think of a better distraction than touring Italy with the two of them.â
âHow about touring it with me?â
Her hand jerked, almost slopping wine over the edge of the glass. âWhat?â
âI owe you this trip, Kate. Let me make good on that debt.â
âYou canât be serious!â
âYeah, I am.â
Stunned, she shook her head. âWeâre too far down the road, Trav. We canât backtrack now.â
âTrue.â He leaned forward into a slanting beam of sunlight, so close and intent she could see the gold flecks in his hazel eyes. âBut we can take some time to see if thereâs enough left to try a different track.â
âThatâs crazy. All weâll do is open ourselves up to more hurt when we say goodbye.â
âNo, Kate, we wonât. Despite Dawnâs snide comment a few minutes ago, I hold to my word.â Reaching across the table, he curled a knuckle under her chin. âWhen and if we say goodbye, I promise you wonât regret this time together.â
Chapter Two
âK ate!â Dismay chased across Dawnâs expressive face. âTell me youâre not actually going to traipse off with the man!â
âI said Iâd consider it.â
âBut...but...â
âI know,â Kate admitted with a grimace. âThe whole idea of this trip was to help me remember thereâs a big, wide world out there that doesnât have to include Travis Westbrook.â
âNow you want to narrow it down again?â
âMaybe. For a week. Or not. I donât know.â
The less-than-coherent reply had Dawn swiveling on the crimson brocade sofa lavishly trimmed with gold rope. It was one of two plush sofas in the sitting room of their suite at the five-star Rome Cavalieri. A member of the Waldorf chain, the hotel sat perched on fifteen acres of private parkland overlooking the Eternal City. With its elegant decor, breath-stealing view of St. Peterâs Basilica in the near distance and shuttle service to the heart of Rome, the Cavalieri provided a home base of unparalleled luxury and convenience. The stunning vista framed by the doors of their suiteâs balcony was the last thing on the minds of anyone at
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