“What’s going on?” Lorenzo’s voice cut through the haze of Trick’s wandering thoughts like a flash of lightning through a dark stormy sky.
Trick turned his head and blinked, as though just remembering he was seated at the marble island in Lorenzo’s kitchen. “What? What are you talking about?”
“That.” Lorenzo pointed at Trick’s face. “Exactly that. The words are barely out of my mouth and you are snapping at me like a vicious dog on a leash.”
“Or a vicious dog that can’t reach its bowl of food,” Adrian snickered from the stool at the far end of the island.
Everyone was gathered in Lorenzo’s kitchen, so if there was a time Trick didn’t want everyone’s attention on him, it was definitely that time. Adrian was really beginning to push his buttons. And after their talk that morning, Trick d
