“Okay,” I agree.
With our arms linked, we head inside the club, bypassing the line since Jamie knows the doorman.
When we get to the bar, we luck out and find four seats in the corner and order drinks.
I’m sipping on my margarita when Vicky elbows me, almost making me spill it on myself.
“Hey—”
“He’s totally checking you out,” Vicky says, waggling her brows.
“Who?” I glance around, not bothering to be stealthy.
My eyes land on an older gentleman, dressed in a suit, with light-brown hair and matching eyes. He’s cute, but what has me doing a double take is the way he’s blatantly staring at me.
“You should go talk to him,” Jennifer says. “It’s been a while since you got any action.”
She’s not wrong. Ever since my boyfriend and I broke up several months ago, thanks to his inability to keep his dick in his pants, I’ve been having a bit of a dry spell.
I consider going over there, but before I can get off my barstool, he’s standing and making his way over to me.
“I’m Henry,” he says, smiling in a way that says he knows he’s good-looking, but isn’t so cocky that he thinks he has it in the bag.
“Daniella.”
“Would you like to dance with me, Daniella?”
He extends his hand, and without thought, I take it. Not only can I use the distraction, but I love dancing.
“I would love to.”
4
Daniella
Four Months Later
“You did it!”Lorenzo lifts me into his arms and hugs me tightly. “I’m so damn proud of you, sis, and Mom and Dad would be too.”
“Thank you!” I choke out, suddenly emotional at the mention of our parents.
It’s been a hard several months, but there’s one thing that’s helped?—
“Dani,” Lorenzo says, his tone serious, “why does it look like you have a wedding band on your ring finger?”
I pull my hand back and flush. I completely forgot I had it on, and I was planning to tell him before he could find out. “Because I’m married.”
His eyes comically bug out. “To whom? I didn’t even know you were dating anyone.”
“To me,” my husband says, walking over and extending his hand. “Henry Thomas. The lucky man who has the pleasure of being married to your sister.”
He looks down at me and smiles softly, and I smile back.
Lorenzo glances down at his hand, and I hold my breath, knowing it can go one of two ways—he’ll either be the gentleman he wasraised to be and shake Henry’s hand, or he’ll punch Henry in the face and then demand Matteo make him disappear.
After looking at me for several seconds, Lorenzo groans under his breath and shakes Henry’s hand, and I breathe out a sigh in relief.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lorenzo asks, hurt evident in his tone.
