He smiles and nods, looking as happy as I feel. “I guess it is,” he says. “Are you getting hungry?”

“Yes. Starving,” I say, realizing that the only thing I’ve had to eat all day is the muffin that Tyson brought me for breakfast. “We forgot to eat lunch.”

“We sure did. Wonder how that happened?” he deadpans.

I shrug and smile. “Should we eat now? Or head back to the hotel?”

“We can do whatever your little heart desires,” he says, smiling back at me.

I laugh, my mind racing. As much as I want to go straight back to the room and make the most of our alone time, I show restraint like I never have before. “How about we order a little something to eat…and maybe one more drink?”

“Sounds great to me,” Tyson says.

—

As dusk descends upon the bay and the sky darkens, Tyson and I eat and drink and talk, staying longer than we planned. The mood is so peaceful and our rhythm so natural. Then, suddenly, he looks past me, bewildered.

“That’s weird,” he mutters, squinting into the darkness.

“What’s weird?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.

“Isn’t that Archie and Ian?” he asks, pointing. “Over there with those women?”

I turn all the way around in my chair, spotting our Scottish friends with a couple of girls.

I look back at Tyson. “I guess Hannah changed her mind,” I say, feeling a wave of disappointment.

“Yeah. I guess she did.” He nods, looking equally disappointed. “She must be back in the room.”

“Hold on. I’m gonna find out,” I say, getting to my feet and dropping my napkin on my plate.

I turn and stride over to their little group. Ian is holding court, a cigarette in his hand.

“Hello, gentlemen!” I call out in a loud voice.

Archie and Ian both look up at me and smile as the girls step back.

I give Ian a hug, inhaling the scent of weed on his sweater.

“How’s your day been?” Ian asks me.

“Great,” I say. “Yours?”

“Awesome. We went to the Blue Grotto,” Ian says.

“And did you enjoy the sunset?” I ask, looking at Archie.

“Ack. We missed it,” he says, shaking his head.

“What do you mean you missed it?” I ask, confused. “Weren’t you with Hannah?”

“Nope. She blew me off,” he says with an affable shrug.

“So…wait…when did you leave her?” I ask, more confused by the second.

“Last night,” he says. “When I walked her back to the hotel. Why?”

“Oh, it’s not important,” I say. “Look, I gotta go right now, but maybe we’ll see you guys later.”

“Hope so,” Ian says, raising his eyebrows.

I nod, smile, then rush back over to our table.

When I get there, Tyson is staring down at his phone.

“Hannah’s not with them,” I say, sitting back down. “She hasn’t been with them all day.”

Tyson looks up at me and frowns. “Yeah. I just pulled up her Life360.”

“And? Where is she?”

“It looks like she’s at a hotel…. It’s close…. Only about a hundred and fifty meters from here—” He looks up at me, an uneasy expression crossing his face.

“Tyson?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know something you’re not telling me?”

He sighs, chews his lower lip, then slowly nods.

“Well? What is it?”

He takes a deep breath, then says, “Olivia’s in Italy.”

I stare at him, floored. “You’re kidding me, right?”

He winces. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner—”

“Whatever, Tyson.” I get to my feet so abruptly that I knock over my chair. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“To wherever Hannah is,” I say, crossing my arms, waiting for him to stand.

“Maybe we should just call her first,” he says, glancing back down at his screen, clearly stalling.

“No. Don’t call her. Just take me to her now,” I say, fuming. “Right fucking now.”