As they left the shop, Gio took hold of the bag but with the other hand he took hold of her hand. He looked at her carefully.

"Is this okay? I have to admit that I've wanted to do this since leaving the car."

She squeezed his hand. "Me too," She admitted. "Now when we are walking together people know that you are taken—at least for the time being."

He chuckled. "Me? I admit to having selfish motives because I'm tired of these French men staring at you." ...