Star told me I was crazy for not scoring them a box, but I knew Kitty would enjoy this so much more.
She leaned into me, pinning me with all her focus until something caught her eye. Not a goal, but her sister.
After yanking on Neev’s arm, Kitty hissed, “Sit down.”
“But he’s so pretty,” Neev whined.
I glanced around, trying to figure out who Neev was ogling, then grimaced when I realized it was Matteo—one of Rory’s Camorrista guards who’d agreed to secure the crowd for me when Luigi had asked for the night off.
“She’s like a magpie for shiny mafioso types,” Kitty berated after a good couple minutes of telling her sister why dating a mobster was a bad idea.
I smirked at her when she finally graced me with her attention. “Think you might be a hypocrite,duci.”
“She’ll thank me later.”
“She might. He’s snap happy.”
“What does that mean?”
“Good at snapping necks.”
Her eye-roll told me how far we’d come. “Of course she’d like the crazy one.”
When I noticed Raisin had calf eyes for the Camorrista foot soldier too, I decided not to break the news to Kitty. She already had enough on her plate without the sensible sister also turning whacko.
“Anyway, did you and Lucas fight?” She scanned my face for bruises. “You were gone long enough for a brawl.”
I stole some of her Dippin’ Dots. “Think I put on your concealer to cover up the proof?”
“I never know with you. You’re a constant surprise.”
During the first intermission of game five of the Cup finals, I proved that I was more than a surprise.
With some of the family having absconded to the concessions out front, I snagged a hold of her hand.
“What are we doing?” she asked around a laugh as I hauled her from her seat and guided her away from the stands and into the outer corridor.
Through the large crowd of people, we ducked and dived—I knew she was enjoying herself because every now and then, I heard giggles.
Until, finally, she gasped.
Yanked on my fingers.
“No. Freakin’. Way.”
“There has to be some perks to being with a Valentini.” I winked at her as a man, waiting outside the administrative area, straightened at the sight of us.
“Mr. Valentini, welcome,” he greeted. “I’m Andrew.”
I shook his hand when he held it out. “I hear you have a surprise for my partner.”
Said partner was bobbing around on her toes like a demented Tinkerbell.
Andrew opened a door that led onto a winding corridor.
Kitty, however, took my hand and tugged on it. “No.”
I frowned. “What?”
