had Isaiah, her oldest brother, on the phone, following
up on Uncle Lou’s request. “Yes, we’re on our way,” she said, rolling her eyes
with a smile. “I just had to go home and change first. I didn’t want to show up
in my scrubs.”
She thought about what she’d changed into: gray pinstriped slacks
and a sheer long-sleeved black button-up top. It was supposed to be sexy when
worn with a black silk bra that would show through. But she thought it
inappropriate, so she’d worn it with a full black lacy camisole underneath
instead. It did take from the dressiness, but she’d worn her big black pumps to
dress up the outfit. Emi thought she looked nice and sexy. Her only other
comment was reminiscent of one of Lorenzo’s comments the night they met. “How
in the world do you walk in those high heels?”
Olivia swallowed hard, brushing away thoughts of him.
“Emi’s with you, right?” Isaiah asked.
“Yes, I’m right here,” her younger sister chirped since Isaiah
voice was coming through the speakers.
“Good girls,” he said, and Olivia could practically hear her
brother’s big smile.
“How did it go?” she asked.
“Not too good but don’t worry about anything,” he said quickly. “I
got a plan. I’ll tell you about it when I’m off in a couple of days. In the
meantime, you two just make sure Nathan stays out of trouble.”
Both she and Emi promised and Olivia hung up. “Okay co-pilot,
which way now?”
Her sister gave her the turn by turn until they were at Moreno’s
restaurant in downtown La Jolla, where the repast was being held. Her two other
brothers, Nathan and AJ, had been able to make that morning’s burial, but
Olivia had clients she couldn’t cancel on with such short notice, and Emi had
her SAT’s to take. So now here they were, awkwardly entering the restaurant
they’d heard so much about.
Since they’d all moved out to Southern California from Texas
almost two years ago, per Uncle Lou’s insistence, they’d made an effort to
spend time with their only California relatives. They’d only seen their uncles
and cousin a handful of times a year before they’d moved here. Since moving out
to California, just about every time they had spent time at their cousin
Moe’s, one or more of his friends, the Morenos, had been around, and Olivia had
heard much about their restaurants.
Her stomach churned as she and Emi let the hostess at the front
know what dinner gathering they were there for. She knew exactly why her
stomach was in knots but was trying not to think about it. Ever since the shock
of finding out last week that Lorenzo was part of this family, she’d been
trying not to freak out about the possibility of running into him again.
When they’d gotten the call about Uncle Janks’ passing and then
Uncle Lou calling to make sure they would be attending at least one of the
services, she tried to remain calm. She’d been around her cousin Moe’s good
friends often enough for almost two years now and had never met Lorenzo. What
were the odds that she’d be seeing him again so soon? What were the odds that she
would be with someone who’d have mutual acquaintances with her! And what were
the odds that the only one-night stand she’d ever had would turn out to
be the best sex she’d ever experienced?
Granted technically she’d only ever had one other partner and the
experiences she’d had with him surpassed what she was sure many girls— women— had
likely ever experienced. But despite all that, she’d never felt with him what
she felt the night she’d spent with Lorenzo. Of course, now she’d forever
associate one-night stands with great sex and utter humiliation. Though
she had a feeling the great sex part was likely just dumb luck.
She’d had a feeling from the moment she’d gotten a good look at
all of him she’d be in for something amazing. Not just because he oozed sex
appeal and confidence, but his eyes had taken hers hostage from the moment