Chapter 108

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Although Mark had made reservations for an early dinner—it would take us more than three and a half hours to drive to Shadow Brook—the restaurant was already crowded, and a line of people were waiting to be seated.

We were greeted as usual by Giovanni, the ma?tre d’. “Buona sera, signori. It is good to see you again.”

“Buona sera.”

“Doesn’t this guy ever take a night off?” Mark muttered in my ear.

I laughed softly and whispered, “Pot, meet kettle.”

“Your table is waiting. Buon appetito, signori.”

“Grazie.”

Cesare, our waiter, led us to our table in the alcove. He snapped open our napkins, placed them over our laps, and then hurried off.

There were no menus, which was unusual.

I raised an eyebrow. My lover didn’t notice, however, since he was busy tracking our fellow diners.

“Mark?”

“Yeah?”

“There aren’t any menus.”

“Not necessary. I ordered when I made the reservations.” He turned his attention to me, his eyes glinting.