Marsh watched in shock as the handsome dark-haired man from the cemetery came toward him. He expected him to veer away at any second, so when the man stopped in front of him he gulped, looked up at him then dropped his gaze. Unfortunately that meant he was staring at the man’s crotch. He immediately turned bright red and took a gulp of beer. It went down the wrong way and he gasped until he could finally breathe again.
“I don’t usually have that drastic effect on men,” the man said with a smile.
“Umm, well…” Marsh stuttered out.
The man leaned against the end of the bar, one hand held out. “I’m Vanni, and I have a question.”
Marsh shook his hand tentatively. “I’m Marsh, well Marshall but I prefer Marsh because…well…”
“Shorter and less formal. Yeah, I get that. I’m really a Giovanni bu
