“I told you. For bread.”
“Then what’s with all the questions?”
She licked her lips. “I’m curious?”
“I’m not buying it.” He shook his head. “Who sent you? Antonio? Dario?”
She lifted her chin. “No one sent me. I can have an original thought, you know.”
Tying his apron back on, he sighed. “Get lost.”
“Fine by me!” Stella turned so quickly, the cat food knocked against her hip, throwing off her trajectory so that her exit lacked the flair she’d intended. To add insult to injury she crashed into a man standing outside the bakery.
Stella began a litany of apologies as she straightened her bandana. She looked up at the man’s face and groaned. “Oh. Ciao, Luca.”
His eyes narrowed. “Stella. What are you doing here?”
“Can’t a woman buy bread anymore without it amounting to a capital offense
