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going.”
    He wasn’t sure Elle would be impressed by having her dinner choice made for her, but if he’d learned anything in the weeks he’d been coming here, he’d learned that Rosa had some sort of ESP and knew, down to the last drip of gelato, what you wanted to eat. There hadn’t been one bad meal and with each one Jack had marvelled at the older woman’s ability to pick what his tastebuds craved.
    When Jack reached the table again, he picked up the bottle and filled the glasses. Taking his seat, he held his glass up towards Elle. “A toast.”
    She picked up her wine and held it beside his.
    “To new beginnings and new friends.” He clinked their glasses.
    “New beginnings and new friends.” Elle smiled as she moved her glass to her lips and took a sip.
    Jack ignored the way her mouth pursed around the rim, but he couldn’t ignore the carnal sight of her tongue slipping out and sliding over her bottom lip. He’d been riding the edge of desire for Elle all day, and now that he had her full attention he really wanted to taste her.
    Would she be sweet or tart from the wine? Would her lips be warm or cool?
    “Jack.” Elle waved her hand in front of him. “Jack.”
    “Huh? Sorry. What?” He felt his cheeks heat. God, he was such an idiot around her.
    “Menus? We don’t have any.” She looked at the nearby tables.
    “They don’t have them.”
    “What? How can a restaurant not have menus?”
    He shrugged. “It works for them. In fact, you don’t even pick what you eat. That’s Rosa’s job.”
    Elle stared at him, her mouth hanging open.
    Jack lifted a shoulder once more. “She just seems to know what you want.”
    “But what if you’re allergic to something?”
    He leaned closer. “Don’t say anything, but I think Rosa is a witch or mind reader. Honestly, if you’re allergic or don’t like something she knows.”
    Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him.
    “Trust me. I’ve seen it happen over and over again,” he explained.
    “We’ll see. I don’t like onion and most Italian dishes are full of it.” She leaned back in her chair, an air of challenge about her.
    Jack held up a hand. “Hey. I was as sceptical as you when I first came here. I’m a complete believer now.”
    “Mmm…”
    He smiled. She had a right to be suspicious. Rosa’s ability was definitely unbelievable.
    “How do I know you didn’t order when you went into the kitchen?” Elle asked.
    “I guess I could have.” He took a sip of wine. “But I didn’t know about your aversion to onion and I bet you another bottle of wine and a movie at my place after dinner that Rosa not only knows, but delivers you a meal without onion.”
    She sat up and thrust her hand across the table. “You’re on.”
    Not one to let a sure thing slip past, Jack reached over and shook on the deal. He grinned. “What type of movies do you like?”
    “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”
    “Rosa won’t let me down.” He topped up both their glasses. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”
    “No. One of the assistant managers is on, but I’m always on call. Unfortunately, the buck stops here.” Elle aimed her thumb at her chest. “Not that I’m expecting any problems. With Frosty’s Snowmen onsite twenty-four-seven for the next three weeks, I’ll be able to enjoy my weekends without worry.”
    From the corner of his eye, Jack saw Rosa heading their way with two large steaming plates in hand. “Here comes dinner.”
    Rosa arrived with a big beaming smile. “For you, my Jack, penne and chilli tomatoes. And for your beautiful lady friend, meatballs in red wine sauce, no onion.”
    Elle stared up at Rosa.
    “I know it upsets you tummy.” Rosa patted Elle’s shoulder. “Enjoy. Let me know if you want anything else.”
    The older woman walked away and Elle followed her with eyes so wide Jack thought they might fall out of her face. He laughed. “C’mon.” Picking up his fork he pointed to the plate in front of her. “Eat up