“What’s taking you so long?”

Agata almost jumped, instinctively glaring back at Amalio. “They’re still practicing.”

“Ezio won’t mind. Go on in.”

He would say that. “I… I don’t want to talk to him with his coworkers around. This is something I want to do in private.”

Amalio looked confused. Agata wished he didn’t. She wished he would simply continue talking as if he wasn’t thinking about what she had said. This had been the problem when they were dating, Amalio didn’t think everything through, but he did it when she preferred he didn’t. A good man. Which was why she didn’t want to talk to him about it. She looked back at the door that would take her into the theater.

“He’d be crazy to say no.”

Agata’s heart skipped a beat. One terrifying beat. Looking back at Amalio, he smiled at her.

“I’m not saying that because you’re wonderful. Now, and I’m telling you this in all confidence, I’m saying that because he told me something that I promised not to repeat. But with this knowledge, that I really can’t tell you, I can say that he’d have to do a complete one eighty from our conversation to say no.”

A light chuckle escaped Agata’s throat. “You’re terrible at keeping secrets.”

“What? I didn’t say anything. Go on. I’m sure he’s been waiting. Not that you heard it from me.”

She reached for the door and stopped. “Thanks.”

“Go on.”

Agata opened the door.