was just thinking about something.â
âAbout me?â she teased.
âYes, if you have to know. I was thinking I didnât get a hello kiss back there. Now that Hank has so cleverly left us alone, Iâll take advantage. I think I like that girl.â
âWhoa, should I be jealous?â Mel turned her face up for Bryanâs kiss.
Bryan held her for an extra minute, then said, âWe probably shouldnât keep them waiting.â He tucked a strand of Melanieâs hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek lightly with his fingers.
âI think theyâll understand,â Melanie said, but she whirled away and skidded toward the neon-lighted doorway. The C in Calloniâs popped and fizzed as if it were on the verge of self-destructing.
A blast of warm air hit them when they entered the restaurant, along with the buzz of voices and the clink of glasses. The front of the restaurant was a bar, but it stepped down into two dim rooms of booths and tables. Bryan could have predicted the red-checkered tablecloths, the candles in straw-covered bottles, and the plastic roses. But if the decor left nothing to the imagination, the smell coming from the kitchen made up for it.
â Bella, bella, â Seth called to Melanie from the booth he and Hank had found. âRoom for one more beautiful woman here.â
âHow about Bryan?â Melanie pretended to look sad.
âHe can find his own bevy of beauties. I donât know what he did to deserve you, anyway.â Seth jumped up and pretended to seat Melanie.
I donât know either, Bryan reminded himself. Half the senior guys in Bellponte would jump at the chance to date her. A lot of them had told him so.
âGo stick your head in the tomato sauce, Rubens.â Bryan pushed Seth gently aside and slid in beside Melanie. âJust because no woman will look at youââ
âHey, they look, they look. They just know they wouldnât meet my high standards.â
âHow high are they?â Hank grabbed four menus from behind the napkin holder and passed them around.
Seth stared at Hank and squinted his dark eyes. He folded his arms and pretended he was calculating. âUmmm, about five feet fiveâmaybe six.â
âSix.â Hank flipped open the laminated menu. âThe pizza is molto bene . I can recommend it highly. But for an even greater pasta experience, their cannelloni al Giogio are incredible.â She leaned forward with a serious look on her face and whispered. âSomeone told me the Mafia bosses all leave requests in their burial orders that an order of Georgeâs cannelloni be included in their coffins.â
âWith tux shirts and bow ties? Sounds kind of messy, if you ask me.â Seth ran his finger over the menu.
The foursome laughed, then quieted to the task of ordering dinner, deciding to get both the pizza and the cannelloni and share.
âThere goes my girlish figure,â Hank moaned. âFrau Vodka will have to let out my costume again.
âFrau Vodka?â Bryan asked.
âVoskaâMother Germany,â Mel explained. âYou remember. Your favorite shopkeeper, the one who wouldnât let you play with her swords and knives.â
âOh, her. I wondered what her purpose in life was.â Bryan leaned back, pulling Melanie with him. He circled her shoulders with his arm, willing her to forgive him for hurting her feelings when sheâd been so excited. The way she snuggled closer made him think she had.
âIf she points that stick at me one more time, Iâm going to ask for police protection.â Hank tried to square her jaw to imitate Frau Voskaâs stern demeanor.
âYou make me feel Iâm missing something by not meeting this woman.â Seth exaggerated a sad look.
âTo know her is to luff her.â Bryan imitated Voskaâs accent badly. âPicture a German tank dressed in a black dress and