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Authors: Emma Weimann
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tonight.
“I don’t want to disturb you. Just say hi and ask if everything is fine?” Luca had a shit-eating grin on his face. Where his daughter was slim and an Italian wet dream, he was tubby and radiated an air of snugness. The mix of those personalities was what made the restaurant so successful.
Sam got up from her chair and went over to her old friend, fighting down the urge to throttle him. “Hi, thank you. Yes, the food is delicious as always.”
He looked at Gillian and lifted an eyebrow.
I don’t believe this. Curious bastard. “Luca, please meet Gillian. Gillian, this is my old friend, Luca.” Sam stepped aside and watched Luca and Gillian shake hands.
“Oh, but I’m not that old. How lovely to meet you, Gillian.” He waved his hand in the table’s direction. “I hope that you enjoy your food and,” his voice dropped while looking in Sam’s direction, “your company.”
Kill me now.
“Thank you very much. The food is absolutely lovely. The tuna is sheer perfection. My compliments to the chef.” She smiled at Sam. “And the company is the best I could wish for.”
Sam’s ears began to burn.
Luca chuckled. “Great, great. I leave you to your food and the good company then.” He picked up Gillian’s hand and planted a kiss on it.
Sam rolled her eyes. Ever the charmer.
Thankfully enough he said goodbye and disappeared again.
Sam grimaced. “Sorry. I think he is a bit curious.”
“About?”
Sam rubbed the side of her nose. “You.”
“Oh, right.” Gillian offered a smile. “How do you know each other?”
Shit. The PG version of that particular story would be a stretch. She sure as hell didn’t want to tell Gillian too much about her relationship with Diana. Sam rubbed her neck. On the other hand, if this, tonight, was about finding out if Gillian and she had a chance at anything…lying wasn’t really an option. Try a neutral approach. Maybe she won’t ask more questions. Sam took a deep breath. “I, um...ran into his daughter...and then I met Luca and we liked each other and the food here is exceptional.” She looked up again and met Gillian’s gaze.
Gillian blinked. “You ran into his daughter? What does that mean?”
Now would be the perfect time for Luca to come back and interrupt them again. Or for a fire alarm to go off. “In a bar.” Sam fought against the urge to drop her head on the table. Why hadn’t she made reservations somewhere else?
“I’m sorry.” Gillian laid her hand over Sam’s. “I don’t want to pry.”
Sam stared down at their linked hands. Gillian’s was soft and warm and so very different from her own rough hand, which this afternoon had been stuck in a toilet. Sam snorted softly. “It’s not prying. We…we kind of dated a few years ago and remained friends.”
“That’s amazing.”
Sam frowned. “What is amazing?”
“To be able to remain friends after…you know. Not many people can say that.”
Sam pressed Gillian’s hand. “It works if both parties really want to make it work.”
“Is that so?” Gillian’s voice had dropped.
Sam suddenly wasn’t sure if they were still talking about her relationship with Diana or about something entirely different.
For a long moment neither said a word. Then Gillian let go of Sam’s hand, took her chair and set it down next to Sam’s. “Hi.”
Sam lifted an eyebrow. “Hi.”
“As much as I love to talk to you and ask questions and act like a grown-up…I really hate to sit so far away from you that I can’t touch you.” Gillian’s eyes twinkled while her thumb drew lazy circles on Sam’s hand.
“Is that right?”
“Yes. No sex is fine. Well, for tonight. But sitting on opposite ends of the table is really, really not.”
Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, it sucks.”
Gillian leaned her head against Sam’s shoulder. “So, where were we?”
Sam dropped a kiss on Gillian’s head. The scent of cinnamon tickled her nose. She closed her eyes and
“I don’t want to disturb you. Just say hi and ask if everything is fine?” Luca had a shit-eating grin on his face. Where his daughter was slim and an Italian wet dream, he was tubby and radiated an air of snugness. The mix of those personalities was what made the restaurant so successful.
Sam got up from her chair and went over to her old friend, fighting down the urge to throttle him. “Hi, thank you. Yes, the food is delicious as always.”
He looked at Gillian and lifted an eyebrow.
I don’t believe this. Curious bastard. “Luca, please meet Gillian. Gillian, this is my old friend, Luca.” Sam stepped aside and watched Luca and Gillian shake hands.
“Oh, but I’m not that old. How lovely to meet you, Gillian.” He waved his hand in the table’s direction. “I hope that you enjoy your food and,” his voice dropped while looking in Sam’s direction, “your company.”
Kill me now.
“Thank you very much. The food is absolutely lovely. The tuna is sheer perfection. My compliments to the chef.” She smiled at Sam. “And the company is the best I could wish for.”
Sam’s ears began to burn.
Luca chuckled. “Great, great. I leave you to your food and the good company then.” He picked up Gillian’s hand and planted a kiss on it.
Sam rolled her eyes. Ever the charmer.
Thankfully enough he said goodbye and disappeared again.
Sam grimaced. “Sorry. I think he is a bit curious.”
“About?”
Sam rubbed the side of her nose. “You.”
“Oh, right.” Gillian offered a smile. “How do you know each other?”
Shit. The PG version of that particular story would be a stretch. She sure as hell didn’t want to tell Gillian too much about her relationship with Diana. Sam rubbed her neck. On the other hand, if this, tonight, was about finding out if Gillian and she had a chance at anything…lying wasn’t really an option. Try a neutral approach. Maybe she won’t ask more questions. Sam took a deep breath. “I, um...ran into his daughter...and then I met Luca and we liked each other and the food here is exceptional.” She looked up again and met Gillian’s gaze.
Gillian blinked. “You ran into his daughter? What does that mean?”
Now would be the perfect time for Luca to come back and interrupt them again. Or for a fire alarm to go off. “In a bar.” Sam fought against the urge to drop her head on the table. Why hadn’t she made reservations somewhere else?
“I’m sorry.” Gillian laid her hand over Sam’s. “I don’t want to pry.”
Sam stared down at their linked hands. Gillian’s was soft and warm and so very different from her own rough hand, which this afternoon had been stuck in a toilet. Sam snorted softly. “It’s not prying. We…we kind of dated a few years ago and remained friends.”
“That’s amazing.”
Sam frowned. “What is amazing?”
“To be able to remain friends after…you know. Not many people can say that.”
Sam pressed Gillian’s hand. “It works if both parties really want to make it work.”
“Is that so?” Gillian’s voice had dropped.
Sam suddenly wasn’t sure if they were still talking about her relationship with Diana or about something entirely different.
For a long moment neither said a word. Then Gillian let go of Sam’s hand, took her chair and set it down next to Sam’s. “Hi.”
Sam lifted an eyebrow. “Hi.”
“As much as I love to talk to you and ask questions and act like a grown-up…I really hate to sit so far away from you that I can’t touch you.” Gillian’s eyes twinkled while her thumb drew lazy circles on Sam’s hand.
“Is that right?”
“Yes. No sex is fine. Well, for tonight. But sitting on opposite ends of the table is really, really not.”
Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, it sucks.”
Gillian leaned her head against Sam’s shoulder. “So, where were we?”
Sam dropped a kiss on Gillian’s head. The scent of cinnamon tickled her nose. She closed her eyes and
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