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Marcus
I walk into Breakers twenty-five minutes after exploding into my hand from visualizing a woman that is not the one I’m about to have dinner with. I haven’t come like that in months, maybe years.
Damn it. Caterina Santora is the last person I should be thinking of sprawled on a craft table in my own daughter’s camp, spread-eagle waiting for my mouth. If her father, Bill, ever found out I had one s****l thought about his daughter, he’d do more than pull his business from me. He seems like the kind of man who has Italian connections he keeps only for the people that really screw him over. f*****g around with his youngest daughter for the summer would be at the top of the list of ways to piss him off. I’m sure of it.
Breakers is on the water right next to the marina. It’s decorate
