Chapter 10

“You got most of it on my sock,” said Luca.

“That’s your own fault,” said Duncan, chuckling.

Duncan managed to fold the tablecloth over on itself to prevent any more of Luca’s “deposit” from dripping onto his pants. Then he got to work with his napkin and some water, cleaning the spots that would have, by the time they had finished dinner, become noticeable pale white marks on the black fabric.

“I just hope they dry before it’s time to leave,” he said, frowning at Luca.

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A little later, after their dinner had arrived, Duncan suddenly remembered some exciting news. “Damn, I nearly forgot.”

“What?” asked Luca, chewing.