Chapter 17
“More chicken?” Mark asked, glancing at Paul’s now empty plate.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m stuffed.”
“As am I,” Leone said. “It was quite good.”
“Thank you. I checked the freezer and we seem to have chocolate or vanilla ice cream for dessert.” Mark grinned at Paul.
Paul grumbled, “I knew I should have put in an order for mocha.” When Leone looked between them in question, Mark explained.
“Ah. I myself have a passion for lemon flavored granita siciliana. It is, if you don’t know, somewhat akin to what you call Italian ice.”
“Sorry, we don’t seem to have that either,” Mark said as he began clearing the table. “So it’s plain old ice cream and coffee.”
Paul got up to help carry their dishes to the kitchen.
As soon as they were alone, Mark said, “He seems like a fairly dece
