Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
His eyes flicked away from the random spot he was looking at and focused on the boats. “Fishing for octopus. They’re nocturnal and attracted to the lights.”
“Oh, interesting. Have you ever fished for octopus?”
He shook his head. “I don’t eat octopus.”
“You just said you eat anything.”
He smirked. “Well, it’s the one exception.”
“May I ask why?”
“Because I respect them. One of the most intelligent creatures on the planet, too smart to be food. I’ve seen them when I’ve gone diving before. They’re different from fish and other seafood.”
“That’s actually really sweet.” And really compassionate for someone who policed gangs and killed people for breaking his laws.
“You’re welcome to eat it in front of me. Don’t change your diet because of me. It doesn’t bother me. My mom makes it every Sunday, so it’s not an issue. Just my personal decision.”
I didn’t say it out loud so as not to make him uncomfortable, but if he didn’t eat octopus, then I wouldn’t either. I would stand by him in whatever he believed in. I knew if the situation were reversed, he would do the same.
He stared at the ocean again, still in his introspective mood. I noticed that ever since we’d left Rome, his phone didn’t go off all hours of the night and he wasn’t constantly sending texts. He was hardly on his phone at all now. There would’ve been no way for us to sit through a six-course dinner like this without his phone lighting up on the table every couple seconds.
The quiet was nice, but the calm was riddled with guilt. I knew it wasn’t my fault that Darius had cornered me in the house, but I still felt responsible for Constantine losing his passion. He loved me enough to sacrifice it all without hesitation.
“I’ve been thinking about what to do with my time now, since all my clients are in Rome.” I’d canceled all my shoots and told them I was no longer in business. I’d refunded everyone’s money and had received some nasty emails, but I never told Constantine about any of that because I knew he’d lost far more than I did.
“I can get you accounts at the hotels. They always have weddings and events.”
Oh, I hadn’t considered his endless line of connections. “Actually, I was thinking of taking a break from photography.”
The waiter came over and brought Constantine’s first course, a soup.
Constantine turned to me directly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I started to get burned out toward the end. I like taking the photos, but sitting at a computer for hours and editing them is what wears me down. And working all hours of the day and nights and weekends gets old too.”
He listened to me with his full attention, wearing a black button-up collared shirt that was stressed around his arms and shoulders from the muscles bulging there. He had a private gym in the house, and despite the turmoil he suffered, he continued to work out in the morning and later in the afternoon, keeping his muscle mass like he was still prepared for a fight. “Then don’t work. Even after everything that happened, money is no issue, so don’t worry about that.”
I had no idea what his financial situation was, but I would never ask. He said the palace had been given to him, he hadn’t bought it, so all his assets must be in other places. He already owned his place here in Taormina, and it was a twenty-million-euro home—at least. “It’s not about the money. It’s about purpose.”
He continued that hard stare without needing to blink, a stare I noticed he never gave to anyone else. When he talked with his friends, he was animated and reactive, not quiet and intense like he was with me. He wasn’t like that with Rocco either. Not his family. No one. “I can understand that. Have any ideas?”
“Actually, I wanted to know if I could help at the restaurant.”
He blinked before his eyebrows furrowed. “At Rosticceria Da Cristina?”
“Yeah, I thought it could be fun. I could help in the kitchen. I could be a waitress in the main restaurant. I could spend more time with your mom. Just a thought. If you think it’s a stupid idea, you won’t hurt my feelings—”
“I don’t think it’s a stupid idea. Just surprised, is all.”
“She doesn’t have to pay me either. Free labor for her.”
“If anyone should be getting free labor, it should be me.” His eyes were serious, and then a playful smile moved over his handsome face.
“I can hold two jobs.”
“Ambitious.” His grin widened. “I like it. I’ll ask her what she thinks.”
“If she’s not into it, I understand.”
“I’m sure she’ll be into it.”
“I have literally no restaurant experience.”
“Yeah, but she’s all about running a family-owned business. That’s why my cousins and sister work there.”
“Well, I’m not family.”