We need to leave in the next five minutes if we intend to make it to the opera on time.
Yes, the opera.
The shiesty bastardo made dinner reservations for after the opera.
The only silver lining is that because it is opening weekend of Roméo et Juliette at the Metropolitan Opera House, the soft opening showing begins at six, rather than the eight o’clock showing it will move to tomorrow.
Still, the performance is three hours long.
ThenI have to make it through dinner.
“Because you owe me.” He grins in the mirror.
“You are mistaken.”
My phone vibrates in my hand, Enzo’s name illuminating across the screen.
Enzo
Have you jumped out of the moving vehicle yet, cousin?
Across the room, Sully pulls his phone from the pocket of his slacks and peers at the message, barking a laugh as he reads it.
Sully
Stop giving him ideas.
“He’s not, I assure you. The thoughts are already there,” I say to Sully without looking up from my phone.
“Norah is cute, Sly. At least use tonight as a way to get back onto the scene with New York women. You haven’t been on a date since we were in Verona.”
“That wasn’t that long ago.”
“We were in Verona oversixmonths ago.”
“Things have been busy.” Lifting the glass to my lips, I take a long drink of my scotch, finishing it completely.
“Mmhmm,” Sully hums, adjusting his tie once more.
Standing, I move to the kitchen and rinse my glassbefore placing it on the drying mat. Resting my palms along the edge of the counter, I let my eyes fall shut as I mentally prepare myself for this evening.
It’s the last thing I want to do, but for Sully—and Enzo, for that matter—there’s not a lot I’ll say no to.
Behind me, footsteps on my marble floors alert me that Sully's approaching. “Are you ready to go get the girls?” I ask without turning around.
Opening my eyes, he comes into my peripheral, leaning on the wall next to where I stand. His arms cross over his chest as he settles in. “You know, I saw her yesterday.”
My stomach dips, instinct telling me exactlywhohe saw. Tilting my head toward him, I keep my expression stoic. “Who?” I ask through the lump in my throat.
With curious eyes, Sully watches me, looking for any crack in my armor he can find. Luckily, he can’tseethe questions racing through my mind.
Pushing off the wall, he gives me his back and walks away. Following him, we head toward the door, and he grabs his coat from the arm of my couch.
Wordlessly, I pull my coat from the closet, then move to the credenza next to my door to get my keys and wallet, stowing them in my pocket. As I turn around, I see Sully shrugging on his jacket, a small smile playing on his lips.
He hasn’t answered my question, and I suspect he won’t.
Grabbing my phone, I return to thegroup chat and respond to my cousin, knowing if I’ve had enough of tonight and need an out, he’ll be just the man to help me.
