“Good idea,” she said, pushing the plate of crostini to touch his other hand. “I’ll get another bottle. Keep eating.”
Daniel smiled at her, hoping she believed he was only a bit addled. He dug obediently into the soup again, a rich beef broth chock full of pasta, and the crostini were covered with some kind of a meat paste. It all tasted great, and he realized he was actually hungry.
“We lost our lamperdittos, didn’t we?” he said, remembering the juicy sandwich.
Mel laughed. It wasn’t that great, full-throated laugh of hers, but he had made her laugh. “Lampredotto,” she corrected. “Yes, we did. Maybe next time.”
“Next time,” he echoed, and finished off the soup.
“Is the prosecco helping?” Mel asked.
“Something is. How about you? You fell pretty hard yourself.”
Before Mel could answe
