My eyes land on Xaviaro one more time and my heart flutters when he meets my gaze. “Do you mind?” Salvatore complains. “How are we supposed to eat when you’re making googly eyes at each other all night?” I hold up my middle finger before I remember that Nonna is present and I should probably behave myself. Cringing, I tuck it away quickly, folding my hands in my lap. “Don’t make me shoot you, Sal,” Nonna warns in a casual tone that catches me off guard. “Nonna,” Enzo gasps in surprise. “Don’t look at me like that. I was a better shot than your grandfather and I haven’t lost a step.”
