I’m not a liar. He knows that.from what I've noticed about Rome,He’s a quiet man who keeps his own counsel but somehow knows everything. He spends his days playing the markets, master of a system none of us understand. I’m simple in comparison. What you see is what you get. How does he not know me by now? We spent the night talking about ourselves and getting to know each other.I’m only half aware of leaving the hotel, stumbling down the stairs, and waiting beside the taxi for the driver to unlock the door. My mouth is bone dry, my limbs still weak from the aftermath of the adrenaline rush. I need to sit. As soon as he clicks the key fob, I open my own door and collapse in the back seat.I look out the car window to the front of the house, the tiniest bud of hope poking up in my chest, as if I can’t help but torment myself. Maybe the door will burst open and Rome will run out, shouting, “Stop!”He’ll drag me from the car, clutch me to his hard chest, gentle and careful this time, b
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