TWELVE
“S
o...how long is a while?”
Pio paused mid-chew and threw her a look. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
Audrey stifled in a laugh, thinking Pio looked like a chipmunk with acorn-stuffed cheeks. He was already on his third slice of pizza (after devouring two bacon sandwiches), and she wondered if they should have had two boxes delivered instead of one. She had underestimated his appetite.
“Obviously not,” she said and squeezed a packet of hot sauce on her pizza slice. “Why can’t you tell me anyway? Are you embarrassed?”
“No. Two years, more or less.”
“Lies.”
“Hey!” Pio protested, his smooth, bare chest puffing up in mild annoyance. “It’s the truth.”
She knew she shouldn’t be making conclusions about Pio’s personal life, but he did seem like a guy who liked parties
