Angelo had overruled the women’s vote to head straight home in a very simple way. He’d settled Russell into his car and gotten behind the driver’s wheel. Then he drove them out of SeaTac airport, across Highway 99, and right into the 13 Coins Restaurant parking lot. It was their traditional stop after crazy trips. The place offered twenty-four hour fine dining and alcohol from six in the morning until two the next morning.
He’d dragged Russell here after his ill-fated first trip to Italy with Cassidy and let him drink himself straight through oblivion and into passed out. Russell had made sure Angelo got good and loose, though stopped him short of plastered, after he’d returned from his first time as a guest instructor at the Culinary Institute of America last fall. Cassidy had kept telli
