“I don’t think she had much fun here.”
“Duh!” Angelo took a sip of Russell’s beer and set it on the stainless-steel prep table.
“What do you mean?” Russell grabbed his bottle back and took a deep pull that did nothing to slake his thirst.
“Please tell me that you didn’t show her the boat?”
Of course he had. Why wouldn’t he? He shrugged and finished the bottle.
“s**t, man! You’ve never been dumb about a girl before. Think, amico. Think about Melanie.”
Every time he did that he saw her eyes watching him from across the hot tub. Eyes filled not with l**t, nor was it playfulness, though that was there…
“That boat is what you want. What do you think she wants?”
He planted the bottle back on the table with a crash and started to get off his stool. Angelo grabbed his arm and jerked him ba
