I jerked my thumb back behind us. “You know whothey’remarried to, right?”
“It’s a little different,” she shot back indignantly.
I laughed. “How is it different?!”
“They’re not trying to get into my pants.”
“I’m not trying to get into your pants!”
She gave me a look likeBullshit.
“Okay, yeah –eventually!”I said. “I’m notgay!”
She laughed out loud – a gorgeous sound. I’d missed it so much.
“But I wasn’timmediatelytrying to get you into bed!” I protested.
She looked at me strangely, with her eyes heavily lidded and her lips open.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t – nothing,” she said, and went back to staring straight ahead.
“What?!” I demanded.
“It was just – it sounded really sexy when you said it,” she muttered.
“Thank God for that!” I said, relieved.
She laughed out loud again.
“Okay, but seriously – what, you’re friends with them now?” I asked, confused.
“They were nice to me!” she said in a voice likeStop picking on me!
“Okay, okay.”
“And I got to try on some really beautiful dresses.”
“Isaw!”I said, likeWOOF!
She looked at me with a big grin.“Who’snot trying to get into my pants?”
“Me trying to get into your pants seems to be an open secret now, so there’s no use denying it.”
“Well, good. I’m glad.”
I grinned. “You’regladI’m trying to get into your pants?”
“NO, I’m glad you’re not denying it!”
“Fair enough.”
Emilia paused, then said, “I’m 99.9% positive Bianca was trying to set us up.”
“I didn’t put her up to it – I swear!”
“I know, I know,” Emilia said. “But it was so cute. Andobvious.They didn’t mention you at first, but when they did, it was like, ‘Giorgio isSOnice’ and ‘Giorgio is SUCH a great guy.’”
