Now it was her turn to laugh. There was a scream of five-year old giggles that rippled over from the nearby beach. She took the last bite of the caramel that had been melting in her fingers. “That’s so good. How do you do that?” She licked her fingers clean.
“Family secret. I could tell you, but then…” he shrugged negligently.
“You’d have to kill me.”
He nodded, “Sadly true. That or marry you. Then you’d be family. What do you say, is that secret worth being married to me forever and ever?”
Not a chance. “Maybe I’ll marry Victor instead. That way I’d be family and you’d have to tell me.” Tony didn’t look even a little like a forever and ever sort of guy.
“It’s Vicenzo. And if you marry Vic, then I’d definitely have to kill him,” again the deep snarl sounded though it was belied by an
