“See? It worked out.” Gideon smiled patiently at me as the clerk bustled off to the back again. “And now you totally deserve a cannoli with your dinner.” “A cannoli, huh?” Crisis averted, I could joke again. And after his deft talent for defusing the situation, he was the one who needed a reward, and I fully intended to deliver. “If you’re good.” His eyes sparkled. “I’m very good,” I promised, fully intending to light him up brighter than the square as soon as I could.
