Chapter Thirteen
The cold water from the tap rained down on Spinelli's body. He turned the shower dial towards the blue letter C. The ice that came from the shower head wasn't enough to cool him down.
He'd taken a cold shower before he'd fallen into a restless night of sleep after the meatball fiasco. Even when he'd closed his eyes, thoughts of Romey with red tomato sauce coating her mouth, assaulted him. He could not get the thought of kissing his wife out of his mind.
Why had he told her about The Lady and the Tramp? He hadn’t thought of that movie in years. And what were the odds that after telling her about the spaghetti scene that he’d unravel the world’s longest strand of spaghetti, which if they’d been slurping up with their mouths instead of forks, would’ve led them to kiss just
