#Chapter 243 – A Long Evening

We have a long, pleasant Italian dinner after that – not as elaborate as last night’s, but still with a great deal of food and wine and laugher going around the table. As the evening passes, I settle back into my chair and allow myself to relax under Kent’s capable control. I feel a great deal of guilt, obviously, about missing the fact that Bianci sent someone to tail us home, but seeing the way that Daniel and Kent smile at Gio? Honestly, it doesn’t feel like it’s turned out that bad. When desert comes around – just gelato and fresh fruit, since Kent didn’t have time to make anything more elaborate - Daniel gives me a little wink from across the table. I smile back, nodding and letting him know that I, too, think it’s okay. When I turn back to the table, however, I find that Gio is watching us very closely, a little smile playing at his lips. “I’m surprised,” he says, pointing between Daniel and I with his spoon, “that the newlyweds do not sit together. One would imagine that you