“Why do you think that?”
“She was different. I really think you should talk to her before it’s too late.”
“Yeah.”
“Good, because she’s right over there.”
I whirled to find Sienna talking to Tieri, who had told me he was going to be out of town. I hadn’t forgiven him for talking to her behind my back with The Finder and Mariano.
I was jolted into a memory.
“You look like you need another.” A guy sat down at the table next to me. We both faced the pool tables, and I didn’t turn to look at him. I had found this dive of a bar when I first moved here six months ago. I liked it, as no one paid attention to me, and I got to be left alone with my rum and twisted head.
“What can I get you?” the waitress asked him, and I looked down as my phone vibrated on the table. It was Mariano. Not right now.
“Whatever he’s having, and get him another too.”
“Ahh,” she hesitated, and I felt her indecision as she glanced back at me. “Sure.”
“Bad day?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I huffed, letting the glass dangle from my fingers as my elbow rested on the wooden table.
The waitress returned. “Here you go, sir. And for you, Mr. Capri.” She didn’t wait around for a tip. She knew I had a running tab, and I always made sure the bar was well compensated.
“That’s why you look so familiar.” He chuckled into his glass. “We met a while ago back in Sicily. My family’s in the export business, too.”
I nodded, not giving a flying shit. My head was elsewhere.
“I heard your family moved up north.” I nodded, and he turned to face me. “You look like you’re in a real dark place.” He paused. “Maybe I can help with that.”
That piqued my interest, and he smirked, leaning back.
“Are you okay?” Vinni pulled me back to the present, and I shook the memory away.
“Yeah.” I moved past him and headed in her direction.
Sienna must have felt me coming because she said goodbye and met me halfway.
I drank in her outfit then pulled my eyes higher. I couldn’t keep my gaze off her as she came toward me.
“You look nice.” God, I loved those deep blue eyes of hers. I didn’t know where to start. “When did you arrive?”
“Over an hour ago.”
An hour ago? Be calm.
“What did Tieri have to say?”
“He asked if I wanted to go to dinner.”
Did he, now?
“And what did you say?”
“That I had one Santoro brother in my life,” she held up a coaster with a phone number written on it and tossed it on a nearby table, “and I didn’t have room for another.”
Good answer.