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figure. “Besides, I doubt it will look that good on anyone else. It’s like it was made for you.”
    Biting her lip, Sophia stroked the material again.
    “Well, as long as it doesn’t fit your cousin anymore,” she said, her voice reluctant, but secretly filled with covetous glee.
    They arrived at the club, Il Gatto Mammone , shortly after .
    She hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t this sleek and expensive looking space, complete with velvet ropes and a handsome bouncer in a black fitted suit. The interior was even more impressive. Booths in black leather with white accents surrounded a translucent floor with overlapping circles etched in it. Under each circle a different light shone, shifting from one color to another in an updated version of the dance floor in Saturday Night Fever.
    The kaleidoscope of lights was captivating, the effect mesmerizing. The music had a slower beat than she associated with nightclubs, matching the pace of the shifting lights, but it was still a little loud.
    “Who do you know here again?” she half-yelled, dazzled by the whole effect of the decor.
    “Oh, my friend Calen has part interest in this place,” he replied, his mouth close to her ear in order to be heard.
    “Really?”
    Sophia shouldn’t have been surprised that Gio had a connection to such a hotspot, but she would have guessed it would be to one of the bartenders, not an owner.
    There was also his appearance tonight. He was wearing an elegant pair of black pants and a tailored shirt. Did he borrow his outfit, too? Puzzled, she studied him out of the corner of her eye before remembering his second job. He probably used his salary as a bank teller to buy this ensemble. No doubt he had a few items like it in his wardrobe, clothes he could wear out on the town or to his moonlighting gig.
    If bank tellers looked like him back home, I’d stop banking online.
    Satisfied at solving that little mystery, she relaxed as he led her through the well-dressed shifting crowd. They sat at one of the booths on a raised dais overlooking the dance floor—one of the prime seats in the club.
    A waitress in an extremely short skirt hustled up to them to take their order, her eyes locked on Gio like a love-struck schoolgirl.
    Sophia was more amused than annoyed. It helped that her companion didn’t notice his admirer’s attention. Instead, he asked what she wanted to drink. In the mood to splurge, she ordered a Cosmopolitan while he ordered a Lagavulin whiskey. He continued to ignore the waitress’ flirtatious glances when she came back with their drinks; his attention remained fixed on Sophia.
    Pleased that he only had eyes for her, she finished her drink quickly. She was feeling festive so she let him order her another one before they went to dance. Wanting to be unencumbered, she slipped her cell phone in his pocket during the first song.
    Gio was a little stiff on the fast-moving numbers but moved with fluid grace on the slower ones. Euphoria heightened every sensation, and she forgot all her earlier aggravation with her ex as they danced in each other’s arms.
    It had been a long time since she'd had so much fun. Richard hated going dancing, and he frowned on her going out with her girlfriends. Eventually, his passive-aggressive disapproval had led her to drop out of her regular girls’ night out. But tonight she was making up for lost time.
    Gio couldn’t keep up on the dance floor, but he didn’t seem to mind her partnering with others so long as they didn’t get too handsy with her. Which was just fine with her. She didn’t want another man’s touch right now. Only Gio’s. And she soon learned, he liked to watch her move…
    Buzzed from the alcohol, her inhibitions fell away. She forgot that she was too heavy to be sexy, and that Gio was nothing but a street performer. Here on this dance floor, she was whatever she wanted to be. Eventually, after finishing her last drink, she got rid of her erstwhile partners and