Page 79 of Bene

God.

He felt fucking crazy.

“I met someone,” he said.

Beni sucked in a lungful of air on the other end of the call. “Did you?”

“Yeah, man, she’s … perfect. She’s great.”

“Huh.”

Bene chuckled. “That all you got to say?”

“Well, no.”

“What else, then?”

“I mean, does she have a name, or …?”

“Vanna.”

“Has she met Ma or—”

“Not yet.”

“But? Because I can hear that in there.”

“But I think she’ll love her, you know?”

Beni whistled low. “Well, damn. It’s like that, huh?”

“It’s not like anything right now. It just … is.”

It sounded lame.

It was still the truth.

Or, that’s what Bene would keep telling himself.

For now.

“Is that why you called?”

“Pardon?” he asked.

“To tell me about her,” Beni clarified.

“Uh, yeah. Just needed to talk to someone.”

“All right,” his brother murmured, “so tell me about her. I am all ears.”

He did.

He told Beni everything.

“Of course, I am getting ready right now for dinner,” Vanna said.

She carefully balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear as she slid a diamond stud into the lobe. It complimented the thick rope of clear diamonds that hugged her mid-throat like a choker. The only two pieces of jewelry that she wore to compliment her floor-length black gown made up of silk and chiffon with an off the shoulder neckline, and a deep plunge in both the front and back. Not to mention, the slit up her thigh that showed off her sky-high, pointed-toe stilettos and the gleaming skin of her legs with every step she took.