"You find everyone interesting," Leo replied flatly, though his voice held no real bite. He sighed, turning his gaze away, trying to pull himself together.
Inside, though, his thoughts were far less composed. Great. Just great. His own grandmother had managed to turn him—Leonardo Moretti, CEO and most feared Mafia boss—into a blushing schoolboy in front of his wife. She really had to bring up the broccoli story, didn't she?
He felt a muscle twitch in his jaw. Seriously? She told her I cried because of broccoli?
He could practically feel the image shattering—the calm, powerful man Bella was supposed to see replaced with a five-year-old hiding under the dining table from a spoonful of green horror.
He stole a quick glance at Bella. She was smiling softly, trying to hide a laugh behind her hand, her eyes bright with mischief.
He sighed inwardly, his pride crumbling all over again. Perfect. Now she thinks I was a vegetable-phobic child.
