Chapter 13

The new kid who’d saved Luca’s life.

He reminded Tav of Luca’s eldest brother Antonio—that closed, hard expression that was somewhere between impassive and angry. Good-looking in a front-of-magazine, stern-faced model kind of way. The kind of guy people fancied but never tried to actually chat up. He had a tight jaw and thin mouth, and wide blue eyes that were more expressive than the rest of his face combined. In a weird way, because Tav couldn’t actually interpret the look Jack gave him.

“What?”

“Thanks,” Tav said, and stuck out a hand. Jack stared at it.

“For what?”

“Getting Luca out of the pool on Saturday,” Tav said. When Jack didn’t move, he dropped his hand. “Just…thanks. He could’ve drowned if not for you. So—seriously, thank you.”

“S’fine.”

“It was fucking heroic.”

Jack reddened. “Didn’t do it to be a hero,” he mumbled, then squinted. “You were there, weren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You ain’t…”