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Chapter 19

Tori

It feels like I have whiplash.

Since Angelo scared the living crap out of me, he’s been…nice, for lack of a better word.

I can feel his eyes on me as I pour the pesto sauce over the gnocchi, chicken, and rosa tomatoes.

Letting the dish rest for five minutes, I turn to him and ask, “Do you want to eat in the dining room?”

Earlier today, I familiarized myself with all the rooms in the mansion.

Rita is so good at her job that there’s nothing for me to do, which is a bit of a concern.

Angelo shakes his head. “We can eat in the living room.”

I nod as I grab two plates, and setting them down, I dish up for us. I make sure the rims of the plates are clean of any sauce before sprinkling freshly chopped parsley and shredded parmesan over the food.

Taking cutlery from the drawer, I glance at Angelo. “Food’s ready.”

He stands up, and my eyes drift over the sweatpants and shirt he’s wearing.

I have to admit, he doesn’t look as threatening in casual clothes.

I hand him a knife and