The Long Weekend (Boston Romance Series #5)

“A Soave if you have it – if not a Pinot Grigio.”
“We have the Soave, miss. Would you like it here or at one of the tables?”
Glia Lucca smoothed her linen skirt and took a deep breath. “I think that couch looks lovely. Thanks.”
Glia loved the Rooftop at the Revere Hotel. She loved relaxing, and sometimes swimming in the glassed-in pool. The place reminded her of South Beach, as she thought it was supposed to.
“May I buy the young lady’s wine?” She looked out of the corner of her eye to see a well-built man, mid-thirties like Glia. He had a ready smile and good hygiene. He was also nicely dressed in chinos and a pressed shirt, but not overly done. Here we go, she thought – and I barely sat down.
Jake Timulty assessed the lady in the linen suit and silk shirt with interest. Nice-looking, but not overly done, he thought. Maybe her appeal is the business set that frequented the Revere. She sure isn’t cheap, he mused as he paid the fifteen dollar tab for her glass of wine, and accepted his own micro-draught from the server.
“Thank you,” she moved over on the couch but did not indicate that she wanted him anywhere in her space. “Glia Lucca,” she offered her hand. Her handshake was really firm, he thought. Nice. “Jake Timulty.”
Mentally assessing him for geographical area and deciding upon Southie Irish Boston, she thought he must be successful if he was frequenting bars like the Rooftop and drinking microbrews.
She doesn’t sound Boston, he thought, but recognized a faint Italian accent.

The getting-to-know-you lasts with information gathering for some time, with skepticism and humor…until he flips open his shield, thinking she’s an escort, and she laughs in his face – a journalist on a pick-up assignment from her newspaper! The odd couple they are, even though they met with humor – she was raised in Little Italy in New York and graduated cum laude from Harvard journalism. He, a Boston Southie, with a degree in Criminology from John Jay in New York! She a Yankee fan – he a born and bred Red Sox supporter.
There is the good-bye, nice to meet you, followed nearly immediately by alerts on each of their phones. They meet again at the scene – a presumed explosion. Day to night, they end up in her hotel room.
A modern-day Nick and Nora, they solve the crime, fall in love and live to see another plot!