She watched as the maids cleared the table and left the room. When she looked away, she found Giovanni staring at her.
"Do you mind sharing a bottle of wine with me on the patio?"
Vickie hesitated. What was all this about? There ought to be an endgame. She spoke, "I can't drink wine because..." For some reason, she trailed off, gesturing at her stomach instead.
"How about some fruit juice then?"
Before she could reply, he rose from his seat and extended a hand to her. "Come."
Minutes later, they were seated at the back of the house, a glass of freshly squeezed juice between them on the table.
"Why?" she asked.
Gio popped his eyes open. "Why what?"
"Why are you being civil?"
"Civil?" He laughed, but it didn't deter her.
She went on. "You and I don't see eye to eye, and all of a su
