Page 108 of Worship
“Luca, your wife has some hot friends. I’m walking around here with a permanent boner.” We all laugh at him.
“Keep it in your pants—we’re not at Church…” Dante warns, then looks over to me. “I still can’t believe you blew off your own bachelor party.”
His gaze drifts inside, back to where they’ve been fixated for most of the night: on Sarah, who manages Church.
I smile because I recognize the look and nudge Dom to pay attention. He looks at Dante and smacks the back of his head.
“She’s like our sister.”
“Then I want to fuck our sister.” Dante shrugs, and Antonio spits out his beer as we howl with laughter.
I love these guys. Each came to city hall and stood next to me when I married Gretchen. And each kissed her cheek, making me want to kill them.
The door opens and Blair pops her head out into our outdoor man cave.
“Fellas, the bride wants her groom. You have ten minutes to wrap it up.”
“Oh, I’ll wrap it up unless you prefer something else…” Matteo flirts with her, and we all throw napkins, ice, and whatever else is in our hands at him for his offense, but Blair just laughs.
“Stow it, pretty boy. What are you, twelve?” she chides as Sarah slips up next to her, eyes on Dante.
“In inches?” Matteo raises his brows, and Vincenzo pushes his shoulder, but Blair grins sinfully.
She walks closer, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head back roughly, and brings her lips dangerously close to his, skimming back and forth, barely touching.
“You can’t handle me. Come see me when you have something to offer and bring your A game because I don’t give second chances.” I raise my brows to Antonio, and he shakes with laughter.
She releases his head with a little jerk and walks back inside. Sarah lingers for a moment, and Antonio smiles at her.
“Hey, beautiful, save me a dance?” She nods her head and walks inside.
Matteo turns to the group and bites his fist.
“I think I just met the future Mrs. Prozzi.” The hollers and laughter start again.
We all stand, buttoning our jackets, to walk back inside, and Dante reaches out for Antonio.
“Not her. She’s nobody to you. We understood.”
Dominic turns his head to me, wide-eyed, and I nod.
Antonio laughs.
“Got it,” he says and walks inside.
“Oh shit, someone’s got a crush,” I say as Dante, Dom, and I are left alone.
Dominic brings his hands over his heart.
“And it’s so sweet. We should write her a note—ask her if she likes you too!”
I nod furiously at his suggestion, trying not to laugh as a look of fury crosses Dante’s face.
I grab Dante’s shoulders.
“She could check the box for yes or no.”
My brows raise at my fake excitement. He pushes my arms away and looks between us.
