Rocco grinned. “She did.”
Dario bent over and the two of them roared with laughter.
After the laughter subsided, Rocco exhaled. “She’s an odd character, don’t you think?”
“Nico? She’s not bad. Celeste really likes her.”
“Don’t you?”
“Of course I do. I didn’t say I didn’t.”
“Well, I didn’t either.”
“Okay, but you said she wasodd.”
“She is. But I meant that in a good way. She’s … interesting. Different.”
Dario peered at Rocco. “Last night—”
“What?”
“Things are going so well now.”
“Yeah?”
“I just want to be sure last night didn’t change things.”
Rocco frowned. “Why would they?”
Dario shrugged.
“Nothing’s changed,” Rocco insisted. “Not for me.”
Dario nodded. “Good. And not for her. I think. I hope.”
“What are you getting at?” Rocco demanded.
“Just, you were pretty drunk, and you left together.”
“We’re staying in the same hotel, and I needed someone to help me home, drunk as I was.”
Dario nodded. “Okay.”
“We didn’t sleep together if that’s what you’re wondering.”
Dario sighed. “I figured as much.”
Not that it’s any of your business, Rocco thought, feeling annoyed by Dario’s obvious relief.
“It’s just those magazine photos and the one on social media and some of Celeste’s comments. I mean, I can see what she’s saying. It seems like there might be an attraction there.”
“There’s no attraction!”
Dario blinked. “Okay. Okay.”
Why did I say it like that?
Rocco drew a deep breath. “Look, I told you what happened with that one on social media. It wasn’t at all the way it looks. And as for that photoshoot. I would look at any woman like I looked at Nico in those photos if the woman looked like Nico did in that dress.”
