Adrian nods his head. “Definitely not.”
I nod my understanding, looking at Rafe. “Good call. Vince definitely doesn’t like you.”
Mateo looks mildly amused as he volunteers, “He likes me even less.”
“He would definitely poison you,” Adrian states. “No question.”
Mia rolls her eyes. “He wouldn’t poison any of us. I would have eaten food Vince had access to, but I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so I came out with these guys instead.”
“Which is ridiculous,” Rafe states, “because if we had a Morelli yearbook, you would be voted most likely to be date raped, and that possibility goes up exponentially in a scenario where Vince is controlling the food and drinks.”
“Oh, stop,” she says dismissively. “He would not date rape me. He has Carly now.”
My eyes widen that her logic behind “he wouldn’t date rape me” is simply, “because he’s not available.”
“You guys are a fun bunch, aren’t you?” I comment.
“In such high demand, we brought our show on the road,” Adrian deadpans. “Are we ordering anytime soon?”
Mia leans forward to frown at him. “Someone is hangry. Want some Goldfish crackers? I always have Goldfish crackers in my purse for the kids.”
Mateo wraps an arm around her and casually seals his hand over her mouth to shut her up. “Yes, we’re ready to order,” he informs me.
I glance at the table, determining where we are in the ordering process. Everyone has a drink, so Felix must have taken care of that. “Do we want to start off with an appetizer tonight?”
Mia nods eagerly, prying Mateo’s hand off her mouth. “Spinach and artichoke dip, please.”
“Oh, good, I wasn’t planning on kissing you tonight anyway,” Mateo murmurs.
“Hey, me and Adrian like it,” she defends. “You’d like it too, if you’d just give up your irrational hatred of Mexican food. It’s probably not even served with tortilla chips here.”
I shake my head. “Crostini. Unless you hate sourdough bread, you’re good. Personally, I recommend our spinach and artichoke dip even if you’re not a big fan of bar food. It’s incredible. I order it for my meal sometimes, that’s how good it is.”
Mia nods, locking their fingers together and bumping her shoulder against his. “See? It’s delicious. Try it, then you can still kiss me and we can have garlic breath together.”
“As romantic as that sounds, I’ll pass,” Mateo informs her dryly, using his free hand to reach for his glass of dark alcohol. I’ll have to ask Felix what he ordered. I don’t like not knowing. Makes me feel like an amateur to ask guests what they need a refill of.
“See, this is why she has a second husband,” Rafe says, sliding his arm around the booth behind Mia’s back. “I bet Adrian will kiss her, garlic breath and all.”
Sighing heavily, Mia shoots him a look. “I really wish you would stop telling people I have two husbands. Sometimes they believe you. Do you know when you came for Easter, Vince asked me if I had an open marriage?”
Rafe snickers. “Poor little bastard. He was just hoping you’d say yes.”
“I blame you,” she states.
“It’s probably fair to blame me,” Rafe allows.
“For everything,” she says, vehemently.
“Everything ever,” he agrees.
“When you introduce me as ‘this is Mia and her two husbands,’ yes, it is your fault that people think I’m open for business.”
Rafe laughs at her deep “Rafe voice” and I find myself wishing I didn’t have so many damn tables. I love seeing him light-hearted and enjoying his family. I wish I could take a seat next to him and watch him interact with them all night. I wish I could be in this booth with him as his date, instead of serving him as his waitress.
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Well, damn, that wish is darkening fast.