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To Marcos’ dismay, she spoke loudly while the rest of the conversations around them lulled. Everyone turned and looked at him and Molly.
“What?” he asked of no one in particular.
Cameron smiled at him. “For once, I agree with my little sister. Why don’t you? I didn’t expect everyone to get together tonight. I thought we’d all be doing our own thing.” He smiled at Piper. “We aren’t staying out late.”
Marcos’ heart was pounding in his chest. Hadn’t he just been wishing that he and Molly could spend the evening alone together? He hadn’t expected it to be brought up so publicly, but still. He turned to look at her. Would she want to? Or would she be too embarrassed now?
She shrugged and smiled at him. “Shall we?”
He hoped that meant she wanted to. He nodded and got to his feet, offering her his hand.
“I guess we’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Everyone nodded and smiled. Antonio held his gaze for a moment. His little brother had always been in his corner.
He was grateful there were no jokes or comments as they walked away. Once they were out in the square, he finally dared to look at Molly. “Are you okay with this?”
“I am. It was what I wanted, but …”She shrugged.
“But what?”
“I didn’t want to say so, and I didn’t want to not be there for Cam and Piper.”
He smiled. “We’re still more alike in some ways than we want to admit. They were my reasons for being there, too.”
He reached for her hand and raised an eyebrow.
She took hold of his with a smile. “My only concern now is whether there’s anywhere else we can get something to eat. I’m hungry, and one of my reasons for wanting to come to the resort is that I love the food here.”
He stopped walking. “Do you want to stay?”
“No! I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Okay. Good. Can I bring you here for breakfast tomorrow to make up for it?”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Lunch. I meant, lunch.”
She chuckled. “That’s a definite yes, to lunch—and a maybe to breakfast.”
He smiled and led her to his car. That was good—better than he’d hoped.
~ ~ ~
Molly looked around. This place was much quieter than the Boathouse. She hoped that didn’t say anything about the quality of the food. She loved the décor. The place was called Giuseppe’s, and the outside courtyard was done up with trellises and ceramic urns to make it feel like Italy.
“Have you been here before?” she asked.
“Has this Sicilian checked out the Sicilian restaurant in the small town where he’s staying?” Marcos smiled. “It was the first place I came to eat. The food is amazing.”
“Oh, of course. I didn’t think. So, what do you recommend?”
“Everything on the menu is wonderful.” He stopped. “But if your tastes haven’t changed, you’ll love the Pasta alla Norma.”
She smiled. “My taste hasn’t changed. I’ll have it. Though to this day, I’ve still never tasted as good as your mom’s.”
Marcos closed his eyes for a moment as memories flooded his mind. He could see Molly sitting out on the terrace behind the big house at the winery in Napa. She used to come over to eat with them most weekends, and his mom always tried to feed her up … they’d been happy times.
