CHAPTER 41
CLARK GABLE AND Humphrey Bogart did help a little, and by Friday, I felt well enough for my shift at Il Tramonto.
“You really think this is a good idea?” Imogen’s expression said she definitely didn’t.
“I don’t want to let Giovanni down, and besides, I need the money. I can’t not work for the next… Hell, I don’t even know how pregnant I am.”
“They’ll tell you that at the hospital on Monday.”
Terrific. I couldn’t wait.
“It’s okay, Oliver’s not here,” Giovanni told me the second I walked into Il Tramonto. “He hasn’t been home all week. The concierge has been watching.”
Giovanni was a sweetheart to keep a lookout for me. But that meant Oliver was most likely working around the clock, and that couldn’t be good for him.
“At least you can’t spit in his dinner.”
My boss tapped
