by my impromptu concert. âHavenât heard that one yet.â
You will . Just stay tuned.
He hesitated and I could feel his gaze on me. âSo, letâs go someplace else. You like Italian food?â
Yikes! âWell, yes, I like it, but . . .â
A shimmer in his eyes clued me in to the fact that the boy loved his Italian food. âThereâs a great place just down the street. Parma Johnâs. Itâs aââ
âPizza place,â I finished for him.
âRight.â He nodded. âI eat there all the time. In fact, the owners, the Rossis, own this place too.â
âYeah, I kind of figured that out already. Iâve pretty much decided the whole island is run by the Rossis.â
Alex grinned. âWell, when you put it like that, it makes them sound devious. Theyâre just normal people.â He laughed. âOkay, I take that back. Theyâre about as far from normal as any family Iâve ever met, but youâve gotta love âem.â
Try telling that to my father.
âSo, what do you say?â he asked. âYou okay with pizza?â
âI really donât know if I should leave, especially with Marcella being gone.â
âYou heard what she said.â His eyes melted into mine. âBesides, Iâve got to eat, youâve got to eat . . .â A lingering silence filled the space between us. âMight as well eat together.â
I looked into his gorgeous dark eyes, and my gaze traveled to his lustrous, wavy black hair and that engaging smile. My sister would flip if she found out that Cowboy Adonis was asking me to lunch. And I would be a fool to turn him down. So what if Babbas caught me going into Parma Johnâs? I had to die somehow. Might as well be with this good-looking guy on my arm and pepperoni on my breath.
9 Yours and Mine
You might be Greek if you know someone who always feels the need to point out how much something they bought costs.
P ushing all reservations aside, I offered Alex a lame nod. âSure. Itâs hard to resist pizza. Iâm starving.â
He gave me a funny look, one that almost said, âIs that all thatâs hard to resist?â but I turned away, my gaze shifting to the door. I walked over to it and hung the Out to Lunch sign, then ushered up a silent prayer, asking the Lord to send guardian angels to watch out for me should my father see me going into the restaurant owned by his archrival.
âShould we walk or drive?â Alex asked. âIâve got the delivery van. You could ride in style.â
I shrugged. âSeems pointless to drive, especially on such a pretty day. Itâs only seven blocks to Parma Johnâs, anyway.â
âWow, youâve got the number of blocks memorized?â He gave me an admiring look. âYou must love that place.â
âOh, Iâve never actually been inside,â I said. âIâm new to the island, remember?â
âOkay.â He gave me a curious look. âBut you know how far it is?â
âYeah. Iâm weird like that. I tend to memorize things.â Like how many blocks I have to walk to and from work.
âInteresting. I memorize things too, but usually names and species of flowers, that sort of thing.â
âI do that too,â I acknowledged.
We both stopped and stared into each otherâs eyes. For a moment it felt as if the whole world stood still, like time had stopped. Then my phone beeped. Great. A text message. I glanced at it, surprised to see a note from Babbas.
How late are you working for these flower people? Mama needs you to make a run to the grocery store for sugar.
I quickly typed the responseâ 5:00 âthen shoved the phone in my purse. âAll done.â
âOkay. Letâs get this show on the road.â He held the door open in gentlemanly fashion and I stepped through it, then locked it behind us.
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