Page 44 of The Guardian

We both stepped forward.

I smiled and nodded at Rain. “Grazie.”

Henry pulled a chair out for me.

I sat down and smiled at him too.

We both looked at the two men.

They were grinning at us.

Henry chuckled as he shook his head. “You are two busy bodied old ladies. You know that, right?”

The two men chuckled, not in the least bit insulted by this remark.

I felt a little embarrassed, but I did not know why.

“You two are cute together,” Michael commented.

“Da, very how you say, sweet.” Rain smirked.

Ok, now I knew why they were acting like this. They were teasing Henry. I already caught on to the relationship Henry had with Mr. Rain as I called him. They were competitive and they teased each other. Making jokes and this had made us all laugh in the hotel and the car. To me, it showed a great friendship. But do not try to tell them that, Selena had informed me. They would never admit to it. I did note that Henry simply volunteered Mr. Rain to help me before he even came to talk to us about my family being missing.

Henry glanced at me in concern.

I reached over and patted his hand. “It is bene. No worries.”

Both men looked over at me.

I gave them a nod.

“Damn, I didn’t think about it as giving you a hard time,” Michael told me.

“And I did not receive it as that.” I smiled at him. Then I looked over at Rain and gave him a smile as well.

We all sat there sipping our prospective drinks. The kitchen fell quiet for a few minutes.

I looked over at Henry and then tapped his ankle with my foot.

He snapped his gaze over to me.

I rolled my eyes and motioned my head at Michael. We came down so they could talk.

Henry finally got it, so he turned his head to look at his brother. “So Mikey’s a daddy, eh?”

Michael nodded. “A daughter and she is as adorable as I am.” He gave Henry a smirk.

“I am curious about something, baby brother,” Henry smirked back.

Michael raised his hands up. “I know what your question is. How did a cop marry the daughter of a… Mafia leader?”

“Well, yes. And not just any mafia leader.” Henry leaned forward to add, “Houdini Mancini? Were you insane?”

His brother laughed. “Well, even with the risk of being ribbed about this endlessly by you, big brother, I shall tell you the truth. I love books.”

Henry stilled and blinked at him in confusion. “What?”

“I walked into a bookstore and there she was. I felt like my world had tilted. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I swear I wasn’t hitting on her but I just had to talk to her. I wanted to know everything about her. It was insta-love. I know they say there’s no such thing, but I found out that there is.”