*Olivia*
Eventually, when the sun started to set over the horizon, casting a golden filter over the world of Naples, we traveled home with our tuckered baby sleeping peacefully in his stroller. As soon as we stepped inside our temporary new home, I inhaled the tell-tale sign of delicious food being cooked–roast beef by the scent of it.
My stomach growled and I patted it, blushing as Gio laughed. We’d stopped to get Elio something for dinner, but Gio had insisted the two of us have dinner at home. Seeing how excited he was about it, I couldn’t deny him whatever he was planning.
“Boss!” Dom and Tino called out to us, waving from the living room as a soccer game played on the massive theatrical TV nailed to the wall. They lounged across the leather L-shaped couch, looking like they were having the time of their lives.
“Where’s Samuele?” Gio asked, keeping his voice low due to Elio still sleeping.
“In the kitchen. He’s trying to make friends with the chef,” Tino snorted.
