Corey
Oh s**t. What in the hell made me overshare like this?
Stefano stares at me, his dark, curling lashes thick and beautiful against the backdrop of such a masculine face. I can’t read him, but his attention makes me shift in my seat, change the crossing of my legs.
A nurse comes out and calls for Trisha. We all stand up and watch as Trisha rushes over. When she returns, she says, “They said he came out of surgery and is stable. He probably won’t wake up tonight, so she said I should go home to rest and come back tomorrow.” Her lip trembles.
Stefano reaches in his pocket and produces a business card. “My cell number’s on there. Keep me posted, all right?”
She bobs her head, eyes filling with tears. “Yeah, okay. I will. Thanks so much.”
He touches her shoulder. “The Bellissimo will
