“You ever been married?” I’d known him most of my adult life, but he was almost thirty years older than me. I was watching him intently, noting the way his broad smile faltered at my question. “No, I’ve never been a one-woman kind of man.” “I wasn’t sure I was either, but I have to say, it’s not so bad.” Like the mirror in a bathroom fogging over during a steamy shower, Stefano’s dark eyes became inscrutable. “I take it things with Maria are going well?” Interesting. Why was it he was far more at ease with Enzo than me, especially when the topic of Maria came up? I would definitely need to keep digging. “Very well. She’s quite a bit younger than me, but that hasn’t been an issue.” I spotted Maria as she finished her dance beyond Stefano’s shoulder. “Speak of the devil—I better get back to
