“Hey, she’s used me to,” Savannah defended her actions. “Remember when we went line dancing at the country bar? You almost took me on the pool table.”
Alessandro choked on his drink at Savannah’s words and Mackenna patted his back hard. “Explain.”
“No,” Mackenna answered back. “I don’t have to.” She held his glare. “Fine, I’ll tell the story but tit for tat. Admit first you came back from Milan because Nuncio told you we were going out tonight and you were going to make me leave when you first came in.”
“I admit it,” he knew no shame at his admission. “Look at you.”
“What’s wrong with how I look?” She looked down at her dress which minutes before Padma had complimented.
“Nothing is wrong with it,” he corrected her, “you are stunning, and I don’t want to share.”
“I’m not yours to shar
