- LUCIANO -
Sitting at the table with Rory and her father Will has been entertaining. Will doesn't like me. I make him uncomfortable. And Rory obviously has some hostility toward her father—something she has no problem displaying in front of me. Although she does shoot me the occasional irritated glare, most of her bristly fire is directed at Will.
Rory reminds me of a little flame that I want to pick up and carry with me like a pet, knowing full well how it intends to burn me if I handle it the wrong way. Or it might just catch me on fire entirely. Both enticing prospects.
"Where is Westin?" Will asks his daughter, and the male name has my eyes narrowing accusingly as if she's already mine.
"Where is Patty?" She asks in return, short and sharp—a subtle rhetorical jab. God, she's so fucking sexy.
"She still hasn't met you girls," he says with a frown of disappointment. "This isn't the appropriate place. She doesn't know Dex."
