Kenny would say things like this to me all the time, but hearing a stranger pick up on my feelings for Scott just from a few photographs long before I knew about them had me once again looking at our whole friendship differently. f**k we were dense. For the first time in my life, I felt grateful to Don Angelo. If he didn't force me into an unwanted engagement, we might never have gotten together.
I went to sit next to Jenny and waited for her to continue, but she seemed to be struggling to start. Only a boy could have a Luciano woman this tongue tied.
"Who is Peter?" I asked, trying to get her started.
"My Scott," she said, a tear dropping on her cheek.
In true Luciano fashion, she wiped it away immediately.
"He was a florist. We met when I walked into his flower shop. I was there buy
