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“For sure. I was going to ask you where your wings are,” Adri adds.
I cock my head at her. “What do you mean?”
“Because you look like a Victoria’s Secret model!”
I blush and giggle. “No way. Those girls are extra, extra small. I’m firmly a medium.”
“You could totally model. How tall are you?”
“Um, like five-ten,” I answer.
“Yeah. Total model vibes,” Adri says.
“When are you going back to San Diego?” Appa asks Adri.
“Ugh, never. But realistically, in a week or two. Whenever Aunt Bea kicks me out,” Adri says with a giggle.
“She’d never. She loves the company,” Appa replies.
“I know. It’s nice being in Napa, but I wish Nonna was still here. She’d give me her unfiltered dating advice.”
“Unfiltered and always unasked for,” Appa adds. “I miss her too, though.”
I lightly rub my forearm. “Enzo hasn’t mentioned her much.”
“He took her passing the hardest. She helped Uncle Vin when Enzo’s mom went back to Europe,” Adri says.
“He hasn’t said much about that either.”
“He’s just private. Don’t take it personally.” Adri smiles. “He’ll open up more.”
Enzo curls his finger at me again, like a beacon. “I should see what that’s about,” I say, standing. I kick off my flip-flops and suck in a deep breath.
No one but Enzo will pay any attention to your ass, Tilly.
In my peripheral vision, I see Adri taking my lounger, and I sit on the edge of the pool and let my calves and feet dangle in the slightly cool water. Enzo stands between my legs and runs his wet palms up my thighs, using his thumbs to massage circles into them.
“Get your gossip in?” he teases.
“Mm, not yet. There’s still a lot I don’t know about you,” I add.
“That’s not a bad thing.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my abdomen.
“There’s a child present,” I whisper.
His eyes flicker up to my face. “I’ll get you later.”
And knowing him, that’s a damn promise.
Chapter Thirteen
Enzo
“TGIF?” Tilly asks, leaning against the kitchen island with her elbows pressed onto the counter. Her hair cascades over her shoulder like a waterfall.
“Something like that.” The cabinet catches the corner of my eye. God knows it’s been a hell of a week. Partially her fault—she’s drained me three weeknights in a row, but I don’t rest much anyway. “You just got out of college. Ever dabble in more… herbal things?”
“What?” she squeals with a laugh. I reach into the cabinet for the top shelf, where a small tin rests. I open it and pull out a bag of pre-rolled joints. She straightens, and her face falls. “Oh.”
