Amelia’s was a five-star restaurant where the Hollywood elite mingled with LAs movers and shakers in nearly every industry. It was fair to say not a single person dining in the Italian restaurant was worth less than a few million dollars, except for maybe Bart. Rome wasn’t sure what photographers were making these days, but he didn’t think it was that much. As he stood on the threshold of the impeccably decorated establishment, he took a few deep breaths and tried to still his raging heart. He could do this….
“Ah, Mr. Verona. It is nice to see you,” the Maître d said with a nod as they approached his post. “I am so glad to see you are alive and well.”
Rome raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t dug into what the papers were saying about him while he was gone, but it seemed like an odd comment. He
