Chapter 7. The Car Ride

Calla gave a quick nod and looked away. Rico strode closer to her, took her chin between his thumb and index, then made her look at him.

“You always have to use your words. No nods or shakes,” he said. “Understood?”

Her eyes were locked with his, she could see his eyes clearly. The gray was mixed with a little green.

She swallowed, “Understood.”

Rico turned to Ezio, his eyes dark as he spoke. “Non voglio che tu ci provi con lei, Ezio.” ‘I don’t want you flirting with her, Ezio’

Ezio’s grin deepened, his eyes flickered between Calla, then settled back on Rico. “Stavo solo scherzando, niente di serio,” ‘I was just joking around, nothing serious’ he replied, brushing it off with a shrug.

Rico’s eyes didn’t waver, he maintained his poised look. “Comunque… con lei non si flirta,” ‘Still… you don’t flirt with her.’

“Okay, okay,” Ezio took two steps away, hands in the air, but his mischievous grin never left his face.

He