He was helping Carmela out of a black town car, one hand on the door frame, the other steadying her elbow like she might shatter on the pavement.
His gaze was indulgent, almost tender. "Got you here in one piece. Happy now?"
Carmela laughed, sweet as spun sugar. "No one treats me better than you, fratello."
"But didn't you have plans with Serafina today? It's all my fault for being so nervous and insisting you drive me to the estate yourself. She won't be upset with me, will she?"
Dominic waved it off. "Don't worry about that. Your business comes first."
I remembered this day from my past life. Dominic and I had made plans to go out on the water, just the two of us, at the marina the Valentis kept off the old harbor road.
He'd told me something urgent had come up with the Crimson Crew.
I'd waited at the marina all day, watching the water until the sun went down.
So his urgent crew business had been escorting Carmela to the Montecarlo estate.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips.
Dominic seemed to sense something and turned toward where I stood.
His eyes widened. "Serafina?"
I didn't answer.
His expression froze.