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“Combine that with your snoring, and you can make an album.”
She picked up a pillow and gave him a menacing look. ‘Don’t make me throw this at you.”
“Do you want to eat where you are or in the kitchen?”
She didn’t answer, just stood up, balancing her weight on her good foot. She had slept the day away; surely her ankle was feeling better. She put her foot in front of her and pressed down, immediately realizing that was a bad idea. Theworstidea.
She winced, and Enzo crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the kitchen island. “Do you need help.”
“I can manage.”
“The world isn’t going to come to an end if you admit you need help.”
“No, but my dignity will.”
Enzo pushed off the island and came into the living room. “I promise not to tell anyone.” He bent down, took her into his arms, and she resisted the urge to nuzzle into his chest.
“Everything okay at the restaurant?” she asked.
He nodded. “I stopped Grandpa from building a trap to catch Diavolo.”
“The seagull?”
“Yup. He had wire fence and a nail gun, though I have no idea what he needed a nail gun for.”
“What’d you do?”
“Brought him to the bar, poured him a snifter of limoncello, and hid the nail gun and the wire fence.”
Cami laughed. “You know it’s only a matter of time before he goes to look for that stuff.”
“I know, but by then I’m hoping to have figured out a better solution.”
He placed Cami onto one of the kitchen stools and took out to-go containers from a bag.
“What do we have here?” she asked.
“Do you even have to ask?” Enzo said. “Only the world-famous Vinny’s Lobster Roll.”
“I can’t even tell you how long it’s been since I’ve had one of these.”
“Don’t tell my grandfather that. He’ll be putting you on a weekly delivery plan.”
Cami laughed; she wouldn’t put it past Mr. Moretti.
She picked up the hot dog bun filled with fresh, clump lobster meat dripping with goodness and took a healthy bite. She closed her eyes savoring the flavors that had put Vinny’s on the map. “It should be illegal how good these things are.” She chewed, relishing the taste and losing herself to the memories the lobster roll evoked. “I still remember the first time I had one.”
Enzo sat down in a stool across from her, his own lobster roll in front of him.
“It was fifth grade. I swore I didn’t like seafood, and Ella insisted that she could change my mind. Your mom brought us to the Shack for dinner. She had been wearing a white and navy-blue sundress that I thought was the coolest article of clothing I’d ever seen. Her hair was down, smile on her face like always. She told me that it didn’t hurt to try, but nobody would be offended if I didn’t like it, and she would get me something else. Needless to say, one bite and I was hooked.”
“I remember that dress,” he said. “She wore it another time when she took all of us mini-golfing.” Cami finished the sentence with him.
“I remember that day. It was me and you, Ella, Krissy, and Tony. Marco was out with his friends.”
“I was mad at him. I wanted to go out with my friends, but Mom begged me to go, so she could have someone else to help watch you girls.”
“We were a handful, but your mom never said no to us. She always took us wherever we wanted to go. She was the cool mom.” Cami looked down at her lobster roll.
