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“How is that possible? You interact with people all day?”
“The family business doesn’t really take into account personality types.”
“That’s a shame.”
“It’s life.”
“I want to ask you more, but know that the topic of work is off-limits, so tell me something you enjoy that doesn’t involve the disposition of your enemies.”
“Luckily, I never had to be a cleaner, so the details of what happens after the disagreement is resolved isn’t something I have to worry about.”
“That doesn’t tell me how you fill your time outside the resort.”
“This place has held me captive since I took on my responsibilities, so my answer will bore the hell out of you. I only made it to one Sox game, and if that isn’t a tragedy, then I don’t know what is.”
“Sports fan. That’s to be expected.” I sip my champagne and then choose a small mushroom cap from the plate. “What else?”
“I know a shit ton about the Housewives of Hell franchise.”
“What?”
“Miami. I’m practically an expert.”
“And how did you find yourself in possession of this alleged encyclopedic knowledge?”
“There is no alleged. It’s straight facts.” He pops a piece of cheese into his mouth. “My cousin is a massive fan, and I was her bodyguard for eight years, so it was unavoidable.”
“Your cousin sounds like a close friend.”
“She is.”
I sense there is a great deal to the story and wonder if I’ll ever hear the first chapter.
He tips his chin toward the plates. “Try the arancini. The chef is known for them.”
“I guess that means my nosy questions are finished.”
“You can ask all the questions you want…I just not be able to answer them.”
“If your life wasn’t predestined, what would you be doing?”
“That’s like asking a polar bear what they would do if they happened to be born in Miami.”
“So you’re going with the fate thing and telling me there was never another path?”
“Yeah.” He slides his hand across the table and links our fingers. “I’m fifth generation, and the odds of outrunning what’s tattooed on my DNA are lousy.” He drains the golden liquid in his glass. “This is always who I was going to become.”
“Fair enough.”
“My turn,” he begins, mischief dancing in his eyes. “When you played that game against Vargas, what was going through your mind?”
“Enzo! I exclaim, feigning shock at his question. “Are you implying that I did something other than use my incredible mathematical skills to outwit him?”
Smiling, his dimples deepen as he leans in closer. “Of course not. I just want to know your secrets since I’ve never seen anyone make theSerpentsweat like that.”
“I just played the hand I was dealt.” Running my finger over the stem of my glass, I look up. “I imagine you do the same thing in your line of work and make the most of whatever advantages present themselves.”
“I don’t wait for advantages and do whatever is necessary to defend what I hold dear.”
