Anthony
The car ride wasn’t anywhere as fun on the way home as it was on the way to the Gala. Sierra had her head on my shoulder, and a hand in mine. I was rubbing her knuckles with my thumb.
My thoughts should have been about seducing Sierra tonight, but I couldn’t get Vito’s words or the way he looked at her out of my mind. He recognized her from somewhere. Where couldn’t that have been? I know he doesn’t frequent any of my restaurants, so it couldn’t have been at Gaetano’s.
“Sierra?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you sure you didn’t recognize Vito from anywhere?”
“I’ve never seen him in my life. I’m usually pretty good with faces and names. That’s why I’m such a great server. I remember the preferences for those that frequent your restaurant and tip big.”
I chuckled.
“Why?” she asked.
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