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Dario
When I walk into Franco’s house, I hear one of the triplets crying. Following the sound, I find Franco in the living room, trying to soothe Augusto.
“Hey,” I say, and smiling at the baby boy, I take him from Franco. “Aww…did you miss Uncle Dario.” I rest him against my chest and press kisses to his head.
Augusto sticks his thumb into his mouth and starts to calm down.
“How the fuck do you do that?” Franco asks as he slumps down on one of the couches.
I take a seat, and leaning back, I press another kiss to Augusto’s soft hair.
“I have the magic touch,” I chuckle.
Within seconds, the little one falls asleep in my arms, earning me a thankful look from Franco.
“Tell me about the woman you’re dating.”
“It’s only been one date,” I say.
“You took her to Skylar’s restaurant. It means you’re serious,” Franco states a fact I can’t deny.
I take a minute to examine my feelings and gather my thoughts before I admit, “I like her a lot. She’s different from other women.”
Franco locks eyes with me. “Where did you meet?”
“I saw her dancing at the ballet company, and one thing led to another.”
He lifts an eyebrow at me. “Oh, so she’s a ballerina?”
I shake my head. “No, she’s a waitress at a diner.” A frown forms on my forehead. “I’m actually not sure what she was doing at the ballet company.”
“And you didn’t think to check into it?” He leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees. “Hacking and tracking is your job.”
“I know.” I shrug, then admit, “I don’t want to invade her privacy. I want to get to know her like a normal person.”
“I’m going to assume she doesn’t know you’re a part of the Cosa Nostra,” he mutters.
I nod while rubbing my hand up and down Augusto’s back.
“I’ll tell her once we’re an item.”
Franco lets out a sigh. “Good luck with that. I almost lost Samantha when she found out.”
Yeah. I have no idea how Eden will react to hearing I’m a mafia boss, but that’s a problem for later in the relationship.
The corner of Franco’s mouth lifts. “Have you slept with her?”
I glare at my friend. “I’m not telling you shit about my sex life.”
He lets out a burst of laughter that has Augusto stirring in my arms.
“I’m taking that as a yes, which means you’re more serious about the woman than you care to admit.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t serious about Eden.”
We’re quiet for a moment while I take a deep breath of Augusto’s addictive baby scent, then I say, “I asked Frankie to keep an eye on Eden.”
A dark frown forms on Franco’s face as he asks, “Frankie, the gangster?”
