One Night Only (70 page)

“N
o
offenc
e
taken.
”

Dam
n
bu
t
hi
s
smil
e
wa
s
electrifying
!

“M
y
parent
s
ar
e
Italia
n
bu
t
I
wa
s
brough
t
u
p
i
n
humble
ol
d
Berkshire
.
M
y
nam
e
i
s
Marco
.
What
’
s
yours?
”

“I’
m
Gina,
”
sh
e
replie
d
an
d
sh
e
sa
w
a
ver
y
inviting
twinkl
e
i
n
hi
s
eye
.

“Gina,
”
h
e
repeate
d
softl
y
.
“That
’
s
a
ver
y
prett
y
name. Gin
a
i
s
a
n
Italia
n
nam
e
too
,
yo
u
kno
w
.
”

“
I
lik
e
th
e
wa
y
yo
u
sa
y
it,
”
sai
d
Gin
a
an
d
the
n
she
hiccuppe
d
an
d
covere
d
he
r
mouth
.
“I’
m
sorr
y
–
I’
m
a
littl
e
bit
tipsy
!
I’v
e
ha
d
quit
e
a
bi
t
t
o
drin
k
alread
y
an
d
it
’
s
onl
y
.
.
.
wha
t
tim
e
i
s
i
t
anyhow?
”

“
I
hav
e
n
o
idea,
”
sai
d
Marco
.
“
I
don
’
t
chec
k
th
e
time whe
n
I’
m
here
.
Y
ou’r
e
ver
y
prett
y
,
Gina.
”

Th
e
wa
y
h
e
sai
d
he
r
nam
e
wa
s
reall
y
makin
g
he
r
heart lea
p
inside
.
H
e
sai
d
i
t
s
o
lon
g
an
d
slowl
y
a
s
i
f
h
e
was holdin
g
o
n
t
o
i
t
o
n
hi
s
tongu
e
fo
r
a
s
lon
g
a
s
h
e
could
.
She
like
d
he
r
nam
e
o
n
hi
s
tongue
.
Sh
e
wante
d
hi
m
t
o
hol
d
on t
o
her
.
O
h
God
,
sh
e
hadn
’
t
fel
t
s
o
muc
h
lik
e
a
teenager
sinc
e
.
.
.
sinc
e
sh
e
wa
s
a
teenager
!
No
t
sinc
e
tha
t
summer
’
s
da
y
tha
t
T
revo
r
aske
d
he
r
ou
t
fo
r
th
e
firs
t
tim
e
roun
d
the bac
k
o
f
Mick
y
Martin
’
s
chi
p
va
n
al
l
thos
e
year
s
ago
!
She
migh
t
jus
t
g
o
fo
r
i
t
an
d
hav
e
a
n
orgas
m
ther
e
an
d
then
,
in broa
d
dayligh
t
i
n
a
littl
e
villag
e
i
n
Donegal
.

“D
o
yo
u
kno
w
something?
”
sh
e
sai
d
t
o
Marc
o
wh
o
had
li
t
u
p
anothe
r
cigarette
.
Great
.
H
e
wasn
’
t
goin
g
anywher
e
too soon
.
D
o
yo
u
kno
w
something
?
wa
s
a
grea
t
conversation-
keepe
r
.

“I’
d
lik
e
t
o
thin
k
I
kno
w
lot
s
o
f
things,
”
h
e
said
.

“I’
m
sur
e
yo
u
d
o
–
bu
t
wha
t
I
wa
s
goin
g
t
o
sa
y
wa
s
that
I
hav
e
absolutel
y
n
o
ide
a
wher
e
w
e
are
.
Don
’
t
kno
w
what
tim
e
i
t
is
,
don
’
t
kno
w
wher
e
w
e
are
.
N
o
ide
a
whatsoeve
r
.
”

“What
,
yo
u
mea
n
yo
u
an
d
me?
”
aske
d
Marco
.
“
W
e’ve
onl
y
jus
t
met
.
W
e’r
e
strangers
.
W
e
aren
’
t
reall
y
anywhere yet.
”

H
e
laughe
d
agai
n
an
d
onc
e
mor
e
sh
e
resiste
d
th
e
urge t
o
jum
p
hi
s
sex
y
bones
.

“No
,
no
,
I
mea
n
I
hav
e
n
o
ide
a
wher
e
i
n
Donega
l
we
are
.
Al
l
I
kno
w
i
s
tha
t
I
a
m
stayin
g
i
n
a
ver
y
,
ver
y
posh
plac
e
a
fe
w
mile
s
awa
y
an
d
tha
t
th
e
su
n
i
s
shinin
g
and tha
t
I
fee
l
s
o
fre
e
I
coul
d
kic
k
of
f
m
y
shoe
s
an
d
dance aroun
d
thi
s
table.
”