That’s Amoré! by Gina Ardito

Author:Gina Ardito [Ardito, Gina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Excellence in Editing
Published: 2020-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

WHEN MRS. MELENDEZ returned to take her children home, they wrapped their arms around Gianna, buried their faces against her stomach and clung.

“No, Mommy, no!” Riel exclaimed. “We want to stay here.”

With an apologetic smile, Gianna looked up from the three dark heads burrowed in her waist. “How did the interview go?”

Mrs. Melendez nodded. “Good, I think. I’m sorry I’m late. I met with the personnel director and the head of the department. They said they’d get back to me by Friday afternoon.”

“Well, that sounds encouraging.”

“I thought so, too. But now I have to find a babysitter.” She crossed her fingers. “Just in case.”

“I told you I’d watch them.”

The children, listening with big ears to the adults’ conversation, immediately pleaded with their mother. “Please, Mommy, can Gianna watch us? Pretty please?”

“And Kyle, too!” Crystal chimed in. “Kyle can watch us, too.”

Mrs. Melendez’s dark eyes studied Gianna’s face. “Why do you suppose she wants Kyle there?”

“I can’t imagine.”

“We’re going to get married someday,” Crystal replied. She turned to Kyle, standing behind the counter. “Right?”

“You bet, sweetheart,” he said, winking at the child.

“But only if Gianna doesn’t marry him first. She kissed him outside in the parking lot. On the lips!”

A dozen heads swerved between Kyle and Gianna, each more curious than the other. Gianna’s cheeks burst into an inferno, and she stared at the parking lot until the fire cooled.

“Well, well,” Mrs. Melendez remarked, folding her arms over her ample bosom. “Out of the mouths of babes.”

“I gotta admit.” Bethany pointed from her usual seat in her usual booth. “The kid makes sense. You two make a great couple. I don’t know how I missed the signs until now. I’m going to be a psych major, after all. You and Jeeves are perfect for each other, in that whole ‘opposites attract’ way. He’s stiff and way too serious. Poor guy can’t take a joke. Good-looking but prickly, downright harsh sometimes. You’re fun and pretty, but way too soft. Think about it. You’re a doormat, and he’s a pair of kick-ass black leather boots.”

The fine hairs on her nape danced with indignation, and she fisted her hands at her sides. “I am not a doormat.”

“Sure you are. But I mean it in a good way.”

Gianna quirked a brow. “There’s a good way to call me a doormat?”

“Yeah. You’ve got ‘Welcome’ written all over you. You don’t turn anyone away, no matter what they need or want from you. You’re open, twenty-four/seven. Now, Jeeves, on the other hand, well, he doesn’t take crap from anyone. Not even from me. He’s got brass ones.” She chuckled and leaned back, swinging her legs onto the bench. “Face it. You guys balance each other out. You’re a match made in heaven.”

Gianna’s feet wanted to run, but with hands fisted at her sides, she held her ground, glaring at Bethany. Et tu, Brute?

Now what should she do? Any denial she made would add fuel to the fire. And Kyle’s rounded eyes said he was as surprised by this turn of events as she.

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