“She’s a grown woman; that’s up to her.” He answered gruffly.
“Shesays yes.” Sabrina interjected pointedly from the other side of Walter.
Cesare gave her an affectionate grin.
“You said you’re here for work. How long?” Walter asked.
“I’m not sure. However long it takes. I would expect a couple of weeks.”
Dante bit back a grin, and Cesare kicked him under the table.
“You were going to help Sabrina tonight?” Walter asked after a moment’s consideration.
“Yes.” Cesare answered simply.
“Good.” Walter nodded, looking at Sabrina. “You’re going to go home and sleep. In your own house. Cesare and I are going to take turns feeding our little pup tonight.”
Walter leaned forward, pouring coffee into Cesare’s mug with a smug expression. “We’ll have lots of time to get to know each other.” He answered grimly.
Dante leaned back in his chair, watching the exchange play out with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Well, I think that’s my cue to go.” He muttered, standing up from the table.
“Not so fast.” Walter grunted, turning to face Dante. “Are you the bub that’s been poking around Tom Crawford?”
Cesare went still. Dante straightened.
Sabrina frowned. “What do you want with Tommy? He wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
Walter continued to stare at Dante and Cesare, who both remained silent.
“Aye.” Walter nodded, answering Sabrina even as his eyes remained trained on Dante. “You can stay too, boy.”
“Walter.” Sabrina frowned.
“Go home, Sabrina.” Walter replied with a shake of his head. “You ran point last night. Let the boys take care of it tonight.” He spoke in a gentler tone.
Sabrina pursed her lips.
Cesare squeezed her hand. “You should go home. Sleep.” He agreed, running his eyes over her, giving her a soft smile. “We can see each other after your shift.”
Dante leaned back in his chair with a sardonic grin. “I can give you a ride home.”
Cesare stood immediately from the table, a scowl across his face as he held his hand out. “Keys.”
“You don’t want your professional chauffeur?” Dante needled as he dug into his pockets.
“I gave him the night off.” Cesare grumbled.
Walter looked over to Sabrina. “This guy doesn’t have his own car?”
Dante chuckled. “I don’t know, does the car belong to you or Monty?” Dante asked Cesare.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” Cesare shrugged, refusing to be baited. “Now give me the keys.”
“Do you even remember how to drive?” Dante grinned.
“Dammelo the keys, numnuts.” Cesare scowled.
“You owe me one.” Dante grinned as he tossed Cesare a truck key.
