"You just happened to be there. If it hadn’t been you, it would have been something else. Luca was waiting to undermine Michael. It so happened that you came along first."
"Right." I blow out a breath, "Not sure if that makes me feel better at all."
"I know what will make you feel better."
"What?"
"Finding you a DJ."
"You know someone?"
He spreads his arms, "You’re looking at one of the best DJs in Palermo."
"Which is not saying much, given the size of the city," I snicker.
"Hey," he thumps his chest, "you disparaging our fair city?"
"Not at all." I chuckle, "Besides, not like I have a choice."
"Jeez," he shakes his head, "you sure know how to trample all over a man’s ego."
"I have been practicing." I tip up my chin, "Can you tell?"
"I can see why my brother likes to verbally spar with you."
"More like we can’t stop fighting when we are in the same room."
"It’s another way of showing how much you two care about each other."
"Oh, I am not sure about that."
"I am." He lowers his arms to his side, spears me with a look. "I have never seen Mika look at anyone the way he looks at you."
My heart begins to thud. My belly flip-flops. I push my hair over my shoulder, then pretend to study the pattern on the pile of fabric on the opposite side of the room. "You must be mistaken; it’s really not like that."
He laughs, then throws back his head and laughs harder. "You can try to say otherwise, but you and I both know, you have Michael tied up in knots."
"Who’s tied up in knots?"
I jerk my chin in the direction of the doorway.