At this point, Ben looked at me. “And there it is, tesorina—a woman askin’ a man ‘why’ when the answer doesn’t mean shit.” I couldn’t hold it back. I grinned at him. The instant I did, I wished I’d held it back because his face changed in a way I wanted to remember for the rest of my life. “The s-word is not much better, Benito Bianchi,” his mother snapped, but Benny didn’t look from me. Instead, he came at me, bent in, grabbed me behind my head, and pulled me gently to him until I felt his lips on my hair. He let me back and I tipped my head to catch his eyes. “I’ll get to the restaurant so I
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