Antonio was acting in a way that was almost off-putting. He wasn’t like his usual open self. But then again, Tara rarely saw him interact with anyone other than his own men whom he treated with a cold familiarity if that made any sense at all.
He had behaved in a manner that was far worse with Chloe, but then again, he had known her to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He had seemed fond of Carmen though. Tara had therefore assumed he’d get along well with Ethan - wishful thinking on her part, it would seem.
They were halfway through the second course when the waitress approached them, holding a bottle of fine red wine in her hand.
Tara was perplex. She was pretty sure nobody at their table had asked for red wine - they had chosen to drink a Chardonnay with their food. Ergo, it came to
