Chapter 72: Making promises we can't keep

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"This is the best pasta I've had south of Philadelphia." I laid down my fork and sighed. "And the company's not bad either."

Leo flashed me a smile, but there was something under it, something not quite complete. All night, his laughter hadn't seemed to reach his eyes, and he'd been preoccupied.

"All right." I rested my elbows on the table and leaned my chin in my hands. "Tell me what's going on. You've been giving me lip service all night. Did I not live up to your shower expectations?"

This time, real heat flared in his eyes. "Hardly. As a matter of fact, you exceeded them. I'm lucky I can sit still here with the boner you gave me."

"Hmm. Okay then, what is it? Don't forget, Leo, I've known you forever. You can't hide this shit from me."

He fiddled with his knife where it lay alongside his plate. "I got a call today from a guy who works for Football Sunday."

"What's that?" I frowned.