Chapter 10
Dinner found them at a tiny Italian place two blocks away, complete with red-checked tablecloths, a swarthy waiter who in spite of his short stature had one of the tightest bodies Ian had ever seen fully clothed, and Dean Martin crooning softly in the background. The hostess sat them at a table against the brick wall, and though Lucas had spent the first few minutes glancing all too noticeably at the front door and exposed plate glass window overlooking the street, even he had eventually relaxed enough to focus on the moment and the piping hot bread the waiter kept bringing out while they waited for their food. He’d even laughed at Ian after they’d emptied the second basket.
“You’re not going to be hungry for the main meal,” he teased.
Ian caught a drop of the infused oil the
