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I saw the gun.
And the closeness of his hand to it.
Once again, I wouldn’t say it was bravery.
Just instinct.
Because I was jerking away from Nino, and shoving him as hard as I could as I called out.
“Gun!”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nino
I told myself I would step away.
Create some distance.
I wanted to see if some space would dull the intensity of these feelings I had growing in me toward the woman who had no fucking idea who I was, who my family was, what we did for a living, the shady shit I could never talk about to anyone.
Not just the imports.
But the murders.
The forced confessions.
The violent, ugly shit that I knew someone as bright and good as Savannah would never be able to accept.
It would do no good to let myself keep getting more tangled up in her when I knew she would not feel the same way once she learned the truth.
Still, though, I found myself driving in the direction of The Brunch Bar after work, when I knew she would be done with her day, and needing a ride home.
What I really needed was to be heading to the home improvement store, picking up supplies, throwing myself back into work on my house.
But I couldn’t seem to fucking think of anything other than Savannah. And the early dinner I wanted to treat her to at Famiglia.
I’d barely remembered to clear it with Luca before I brought her there.
There was always kitchen staff and a server on duty even in hours when the restaurant wasn’t open, there simply to cater to the needs of Family members who dropped in and out at all different times of the day to handle business.
Still, it would have been rude to bring a date without asking.
Jesus.
No.
Not adate.
I had to stop thinking of her like that.
But after carrying her up the stairs, standing with her on the deck, then sharing a meal with her where I detailed so many minute parts of my life and my family to an eager and interested Savannah, yeah, it was getting harder and harder not to think of it in those terms.
It wasn’t that a date was something new to me.
I was a grown-ass man. I’d shared many a meal with women before.
But nothing had ever felt quite as engaging as a dinner with Savannah was. She leaned in close, beautiful eyes bright. She laughed and had that megawatt smile stretching across her face. She asked questions, then follow-up questions that showed how close of attention she was paying.
