Maybe he wasn’t tired of me. Maybe he didn’t need his space.
“When I saw you head farther into the town, I knew where you were headed.” He grinned widely, handsome as hell.
“Saw me?” I asked blankly.
“Your location,” he explained.
I forgot we’d shared our locations with each other a long time ago. “Oh yeah.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “I just forgot.”
The waiter came with my granita, the same flavor we’d ordered last time.
“It’s good, huh?” Constantine said. “So, how was your first day?”
I ripped off a piece of the brioche and spooned the crystallized fruit over the edge before I popped it into my mouth. “It was okay. Antonio was there and he’s always nice, so it wasn’t too overwhelming.”
“He’s a good guy.”
“Yeah, I like him.”
“If you end up hating it, you don’t have to stay, all right?”
“Why would I hate it?” I asked as I kept eating.
“Well, I started to hate it after a while,” he said with a laugh. “I’d always smell like food, even after I showered.”
“There are worse things.”
He gave another chuckle.
And I melted inside.
“I’m sure women love getting railed by a guy who smells like pizza.”
“I sure would.”
He looked at me again, and he had this smile in his eyes like he thought I was the cutest thing ever. The affection was deep, beyond the flesh, like he loved who I was underneath. “You look fucking adorable in that outfit.”
I wore a black Rosticceria Da Cristina T-shirt with black jeans. My hair had been combed back into a loose bun, which wasn’t how I usually did my hair. I kept it down and long and mostly curled. “Yeah?”
He moved his hand down to the leg of my chair and effortlessly pulled me closer to him before that hand went to my thigh under the table, giving me a possessive grip that he pulled off so easily.
I tugged my granita closer and continued to eat. There was a nearby table with four pretty girls staring at him hard, but he didn’t seem to notice because he was too busy staring at me. “How was your day?”
“Fine. Took Medusa on a walk, and then we watched the game together.”
“How’d she do?”
“Good. Kept it short. Didn’t want to push her too hard.”
“I can’t wait until she’s better and we can take her places with us.”
“Yeah, I’ll take her on a hike to Mount Etna.”
“The—the active volcano?”
