“Since the first moment I saw you, I don’t see anyone else.” Angelo traced his hands through the air as if tracing her face.
Jo loved watching his hands as he spoke, it was so, she searched for the right word. It was so Italian.
“A pretty girl goes by,” he waved to indicate a long, lean, blonde running by them on the Burke-Gilman path with a graceful, gazelle-like stride. “I don’t even see her.”
“But you just did.” She had to bite the inside of her cheek to not laugh at him.
“I…” He turned to look, but the runner had already passed out of sight under the bridge. “She…” He smacked a palm against his forehead. He looked so perplexed.
“Let me guess,” Jo put on her Counselor Thompson tone as Angelo seemed to find it so daunting. “If you were alone, you would have perhaps jogged up to tha
