CHAPTER 38

  "THIS is your idea of a date? When you said we were visiting romantic Rome, I imagined wandering hand in hand to the Spanish Steps and the Colosseum. Not sitting in a rugby stadium," Holly muttered, taking her seat and waving enthusiastically to the very vocal crowd.

  Casper gave her a rare smile. "You wanted to be alone with me. We're alone."

  "This is your idea of alone?" Holly glanced at the security team surrounding them, and then at the enormous crowd who were cheering as the players jogged onto the pitch. "Are you delusional?"

  "Stadio Flaminio is a small stadium—intimate."

  Holly started to laugh. "I suppose everything is relative. It's small compared with Twickenham. This time we're only in the company of thirty thousand people. But is this really your idea of romantic? A rugby match?"