Page 10 of Dreaming Dante

Vic grins like he’s gotten a medal from the Queen. “Yeah.”

Dante glances at me, then leans toward Sophie. “What’s myname?”

“Tontay!” she cries proudly.

Dante sends me a look that says if we were alone, I’d definitely be getting a spanking. It makes me squirm. I concentrate on my food so I don’t have to look at the brothers, and there’s one of those pauses that makes me think they’re exchanging meaningful glances over myhead.

Ignoring them, I keep eating. The omelet is amazing, maybe the best I’ve ever had. My taste buds are singing the Hallelujah Chorus with everybite.

Cautiously, I sample the bacon. It’s perfect, crispy but not burned. I have to close my eyes as I chew, the pleasure is so intense. I’m about to have a foodgasm.

When I open them again, Dante’s watching me. Or, to be more precise, my mouth. And the look on his face says it’s not food he wants to be tasting.