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Then she shot a knowing smile at him. “You’ll change your mind, and when you do, you can call me. Don’t worry, I’ll take your call.”
Unbelievable.
She raised up onto her toes to kiss him, but he blocked her with two fingers pressed to her lips.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he slowly pushed her head backward away from him.
“Good night, Teresa.”
Her mouth fell open in shock. With a huff, she swung around and marched into the building, muttering something that sounded very much like Asshole.
Once she was safely inside, he returned to the silver SUV.
The driver had a thick gray mustache and wore a chauffeur’s uniform, complete with the cap. He stood with the door open.
“Home please, Orson,” Bruno told the older man, and slid onto the plush leather of the interior.
They pulled away from the curb.
“Consider yourself lucky that you’re happily married. You don’t want to be out here like me, struggling,” Bruno said.
Orson met his gaze in the rearview mirror, amusement in his eyes. “I count my blessings every day.”
Bruno grunted and lowered his eyes to his phone, busying himself with checking messages he’d missed while on his fiasco of a date. He spent most of the ride on the phone with his vice president of restaurant operations, discussing a supply problem that had cropped up yesterday.
The time passed quickly, and soon the SUV was easing its way up the long paved driveway to the front door of his home outside the city limits of Atlanta.
Bruno wrapped up the conversation. “Your best bet is to reach out to them first thing on Monday morning. Call me by noon and give me an update.”
“Yes, sir. Have a good night,” his vice president said.
The driver parked on the side of the house and rounded the vehicle to open the back door.
“Good night, Orson,” Bruno said, as he descended the vehicle.
“Good night, Mr. Santana. Maybe you’ll have better luck next time.” He tipped his hat.
Bruno grunted again. He wasn’t sure about that. He hadn’t had much luck thus far and had been optimistic about tonight.
He and Teresa initially struck up a conversation at the farmer’s market. Blown away by the beautiful blonde and pleased with the way conversation flowed easily between them, he had asked for her number. However, the thirteen year difference between them reared its ugly head in their conversation this evening. They simply didn’t have much in common, and she talked too much.
On the walk to the door, he turned off the alarm through an app on his phone and entered the house.
Standing in the entryway, he listened to the loud silence. It would be nice to have someone to come home to after a day at work or a business trip out of town. Someone to unwind with and tell about his day and listen to their day. Have a damn conversation. A real one that was interesting.
The phone in his hand vibrated, and he glanced down. Ignacio, his actor brother living in Los Angeles.
“Hey, what’s—” Bruno grimaced when loud music poured into his eardrums.
“Did you get my text?” Ignacio yelled in Spanish.
Bruno flinched and pulled the phone away from his ear. “No, I was on a date and haven’t had a chance to check all my messages yet. Where the hell are you? Sounds like you’re at a rave.”
“Hold on.”
The phone went silent, and Bruno strolled into the kitchen. When Ignacio returned to the line, there was no background noise.
“How did your date go?” his brother asked.
