Capello Brothers 3 Train My Heart by J'aimee Brooker Page A

her
surroundings.
    “Are you still
tired, Im?” he asked genuinely, “maybe it’s jetlag, you haven’t
really stopped since you arrived. Let’s have a rest today, recharge
and set out later this afternoon?”
    “Ok” she
yawned, leaning into him and leaning forward to place a gentle kiss
on his cheek. “I’m definitely up for some sleep”.
     
     
     
    Stepping out of
Venice train station, the buzz and hype of the city was contagious.
Tourists with luggage assessing their options from the mainland
across to Venice, the water taxi skippers bronzed and Adonis-like
in appearance nonchalantly draped across their luxury watercrafts.
It was easy to get swept up in the rejuvenating vibe of Venice.
    Imogen followed
Luca as he approached one of the gorgeous skippers and negotiated a
fare over to Venice. Imogen stood, shell-shocked by the fast-paced
exchange and Luca’s amazing command of the language, “You never
speak Italian to me” she accused playfully when he turned to face
her.
    Bending to her
ear, he whispered, “Tu sei il mio vero amore— you are my true
love ”, holding her at arms length just long enough to see the
crimson blush hit her cheeks before whisking her forward and into
the arms of the waiting skipper.
    “Signora, watch
your step” the skipper spoke firmly, helping her from the pier and
down onto the boat before reaching out to take the luggage from
Luca. “Signora, sedere” the skipper commanded, shuffling her to the
rear of the boat.
    Looking to Luca
for a translation, he called to her, “Im, take a seat at the back,
the skipper needs the room up front for the luggage” before
stepping on to the boat to join her. “What do you think?” he asked,
stretching out and taking in a deep breath of fresh Venetian air,
“pretty amazing, huh?”.
    “Yes,
amazing…I’ve gone from being exhausted to excited in an instant”
she smiled, basking in the warm sun and resting her head against
Luca’s shoulder.
    “The skipper
gave me the address of his family’s hotel in San Marco Square,
they’ll do us a deal” Luca offered, “it’s right behind the clock
tower, unbelievable views he reckons”.
    “Can we go
straight there Luca? I’m desperate for some sleep”
    “Yep, straight
to bed for my princess” he smiled, holding her close as the taxi
made quick work of the journey across to San Marco.
    “Can you grab
me my backpack Luca?” she asked after a couple of minutes.
    “Why, what’s
up?”
    “I just want to
write something down” she replied, as he smiled and rose to get her
pack.
    “For you” he
said, passing her the notebook.
    “Will you write
something for me, Luca?” she replied.
    “Im, my
handwriting is crap, I’ll ruin your book”
    “Please Luca,
write down in Italian what you said to me back on the pier” she
asked, and he smiled and obliged.
     
     
     
    “Im, get some
sleep—I’m going to head out and grab some supplies and food. I’ll
be back soon” Luca whispered, kissing her on the forehead before
slipping quietly from the room. The skipper had been right; the
hotel was in a fantastic position, offering views of the San Marco
Clock Tower and close by the shopping and restaurant areas.
    Heading out to
pick up some basics from the supermarket, it wasn’t long before the
winding back-streets of Venice had pulled Luca unknowingly into
their maze. Looking around in a vain attempt to find his bearings,
Luca conceded defeat and decided to go in search of a map. Turning
to see what shops were around him, he was drawn toward a store
lined with leather bound books on one side and what looked appeared
to be antique looking books on the other. His thoughts leading
immediately to Imogen, Luca walked into the store and was greeted
with the smell of ink and papers.
    “Buongiorno!”
greeted the older, much shorter, man.
    “Buongiorno”
Luca replied, finding himself involuntarily drawn to the
hardcovered books, “Inglese?”
    “English,
Italian, Español, French… I