“Well, now I’m curious.”
“It’s just a photo of me sitting down and Nico Angelini standing over me.”
“And that went viral? What the— Wait a minute, why?”
“I don’t know why it went viral,” Rocco lied, knowing full well why it had.
“No. Why were you sitting down, and why was she standing over you?”
“I felt like sitting down, okay?” Rocco cried, exasperated, recalling that’s exactly what he’d been doing in that dream.
But he wasn’t about to tell Dario that.
His cousin blinked, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “Okay. You felt like sitting down. So, why was she standing over you?”
“I asked for some sugar. She brought it over.”
Dario shrugged. “Okay. Why did that go viral?”
Rocco didn’t say anything and avoided meeting Dario’s gaze.
“Let me see it,” Dario said.
Rocco hesitated.
“Come on,” Dario said, holding out his hand. “You might as well. I can just look at it on my own phone.”
Rocco handed him his phone.
Dario stared at the photo. “Hmm. Interesting.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It’s sexy. ”
Rocco groaned. He already knew that.
Dario grinned. “Do you have a magnifying glass?”
Rocco snatched the phone from him. “Give me that.”
“I’m just saying … you sitting there, and her bending over like that.”
One eyebrow hiked up Rocco’s brow as the corner of his lips slid up his cheeks. “Bending over? Dude, she’s facing the wrong direction.”
Dario laughed. “Dude, you are such a dog.”
“Dude, that is such a bad choice of words.”
Dario waved his hands. “I know. I know. It’s an insult to dogs.”
Rocco stared at the photo. Now he was trying to imagine her bending over, but the other way.
“Explain something to me,” Dario said. “Why is she bending over—wrong direction aside?”
“You wouldn’t be talking like this if Celeste was here.”
“Duh. I’m not a complete bonehead.”
