A few apartments down from mine, Amadeo easily squeezed my beat-up Hyundai between two other cars and shut the engine off.
“Good parking skills,” I said.
He winked at me. “I’m Italian. Your streets are twice as large.”
“Right.” I got out of the car and looked up at the living room window. The lights were on. I could almost feel Jack’s apprehension and impatience from down here. “Well, do you wanna come up for a glass of water or drink?”
“Absolutely. A quick one.”
We mounted the stairs. I could feel Amadeo’s eyes on my ass the whole way up. This guy was intense. I wondered what Jack would think of him and for a second, wondered if I’d done the right thing inviting Amadeo up. I pushed the door open and heard Jack dropping something in the kitchen sink, the sound of metal clanking on met
