Chapter 40: Grace

He shrugs. Even outfitted in jeans and a gray Henley, he looks elegant. "It didn't seem important at the time. We were just getting to know one another."

I'm not sure how to respond.

Should he have clued me in?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

It wouldn't have made a difference to me. I've been enamored since I first laid eyes on Matteo. Whenever we come into contact with one another, those feelings only seem to intensify.

"You're right," I finally say, "but it makes me realize that I know next to nothing about you. We've spent the entire weekend together and I couldn't tell you anything more than what I already knew." My eyes continue holding his, begging for some answers. Begging him to let me in.

As soon as I finish speaking, a shield falls over his eyes. Instead of acknowledging my words, he jerks his head in the direction we've been walking. "Should we continue?"

Stunned by the dismissal, I start moving again. The little crumbs he shared continue to churn in my head.