Cosimo was still by the bar. He smirked at me and tipped his head in the direction of the dining room. I found her in there by the salad bar, alone. The moment she noticed me, she stiffened. “What are you doing?” she said out of the corner of her mouth. “Rumor is, he had a nasty bout of chlamydia last year. Thought you’d appreciate the heads-up.”
