Page 83 of Stolen Kisses
I chuckled even though the mention of the stairs reminded me that my husband had actually pushed me down the stairs.
“It sounds like he’s taking good care of you.”
“He is. Um, the other girls wanted to come by too. I mean with me, but I thought as you’d met me already it would be best if I came by myself.”
Others? I guess that meant Luc’s wife was in the mix, Amelia—my replacement.
I didn’t care anymore. It didn’t affect me, because to be replaced you had to belong to someone in the first place. It was never really that with me and Luc. That was truth.
In just the short time I’d been with Dante I’d experienced so much. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he wanted to be with me. My problem was that I was stubborn.
“Thanks, I’m happy you came. It would be good to see them next time. Meet them properly.”
Her smile widened. “It’ll be fun. I have to say though that of everyone I eat the most. I’m a chef. I can’t help it. Food is my weakness.”
I looked at her and liked her.
She was Claudius’ wife. It was weird as she seemed so normal and not the kind of woman I’d see Claudius with.
Extremely beautiful for sure. It was the personality though. I could imagine it to be like the angel and the demon, but it worked.
“I like food too.”
She laughed, lifted the bag and emptied out the contents on to the sofa.
A host of chocolate came out.
“Pretty isn’t it.”
“It is a thing of beauty.”
“Good. Well, if I remember correctly you wanted to speak to me about a job. I hear you have quite the experience in the restaurant business. I’m looking for a manager for the new branch of Delizioso. It’s opening at the end of the summer.”
“Manager?” My interest piqued.
“Yes. I need someone responsible and caring. Someone street smart and quirky. Someone who likes food.”
I’d never thought about myself as managing anything, but this sounded right up my field. “I like food.”
“That’s the biggest part of the criteria met. How about you tell me how much you like food while we wait for our guys to come home.”
She looked at me like she could tell I was worried.
I brought my hands together to stop them from trembling. She reached over and gave my hand a gentle squeeze.
“My guy is with your guy and if it’s one thing I know they always have each other’s backs. We help them however we can. Even if it’s as simple as not worrying. Capisce?”
“Capisce.”
I nodded appreciating her advice.
Not worrying would help, especially when I had Franco to give me enough of a heart attack already.
Dante was looking into something that could solve Christina’s murder. The least I could do was be supportive and not lose myself in worries of the past.
Maybe we’d know the truth soon.
Chapter 23
