“That’s all I ask. Just call Abramo to pick you up and take you there.”
“No,” I said quickly and shook my head. “I’ll call a cab or ask Ugo to drive me.”
“But Elio hired Abramo to drive you.”
“And while I appreciate the offer, I decline.”
“Why? What happened?”
“It’s not important.” My voice was firm. “I just won’t be needing his services anymore.”
He studied my face for a moment, sipped his water, and decided to back off. He stood and removed some money from a clip then dropped it on the table. “If you could at least text me, I can come and get you, but either way, let one of us know if you’re coming.”
“I will.”
“Oh, and Sienna?” He pointed at my chest. “Do me a favor and wear something that will keep his focus on you and not on wanting to kill everyone else around him. One day without bloodshed would be nice.” I waved him off and stared at the brochure. Maybe we should clear the air.
That afternoon, I changed into a red floral ruffle-trimmed mini dress. It tied in the front at the bust. I felt it fulfilled Vinni’s request to make sure I drew Elio’s eye. Nothing like some good cleavage. I hoped that maybe I could get Elio to talk to me rather than shut down.
Ugo handed me my purse and made a face at the crowd. “I feel like I shouldn’t leave you alone here.”
“Really I’m fine.” I wasn’t anywhere close to fine, but I hated having to have a hovering bodyguard all the time.
“Maybe you should have brought a sweater.”
I smirked at his sudden concern and was pleased the two of us were at least getting along some. He wouldn’t answer any of my questions about my past, but he did share his interest in things, and I appreciated that he was trying.
“I’m fine.” I patted his arm. “Besides, Vinni should be joining me soon.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Thanks.”
I took a breath after he left and decided to do a little exploring on my own before Vinni knew I was there. One by one, I sampled the wine at each table and made small talk with the owners. Everyone was nice and very welcoming. One table in particular was my favorite. Her twin boys were a riot and spouted off endless knowledge on how the grapes were grown and later made into wine.
“So, Sienna,” Kep, one of the boys, beamed up at me, “are you married?”
“No.” I laughed as he batted his eyes at me.
“Boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, so close.” He snapped his fingers in disappointment.
“Sienna Giovanna, correct?” A man in a business suit joined me. He took a glass from the center of the table. His bald head shone in the sunlight as he took a sip of the flavorful wine.
“Yes.” I tried to place him. “I’m sorry, have we met before?”
“No,” he flashed me a smile, “I’m a friend of Elio’s.”
“Oh, how nice.” I let my guard down a little. This place was packed full of Capri friends and associates. Plus, I spotted Tieri across the way watching me continually.
“Have you seen him? I’ve been waiting to talk to him all day.”