Page 144 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“Yeah.” I let out a short laugh. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

She glances at me briefly, one brow lifting.

“No?” She hums.

“No,” I repeat, shaking my head. “I’m not sure about all that.”

“About him?” She asks, already putting the bottle back and reaching for another.

“About… everything,” I correct.

“Mmh.” She studies the next one, turning it slightly under the light. “And yet, you were drooling earlier.”

I clip my tongue against the roof of my mouth, knowing there’s no need to deny that one.

She keeps moving.

Bottle out.

Bottle back.

Another one.

“Dry?” she asks.

“I don’t…”

“This one is too dry,” she decides for me, returning it without waiting.

I watch her, a small frown pulling at my brows.

“Do I get a say in this?” I ask.

“No,” she replies easily. “I’m observing you.”

“By ignoring me?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh.” I huff out a breath despite myself.

“Yes.” Her mouth curves slightly, pleased. “You’re cautious.” She reaches for another bottle. “But not closed.”

“That sounds like something you decided five minutes ago.”

“It is,” she shrugs. “I’m very efficient.”

I shake my head, but the tension in my shoulders eases just a fraction.

“He was very sweet, you know.” She adds, almost like a passive thought.

I look at her but she doesn’t look back. She just keeps scanning the labels, focused on wine.

“With his wife,” she continues. “Lily, he told you, right?”

“Yeah.” I nod, my throat scratchy.

“He adored her,” she adds, like she’s not trying to sell anything, just… stating it. “He fought for her,” she goes on.