The way to a woman's heart

Curtis

“I knew it.” I cursed when I caught sight of my open bedroom door. I knew Giancarlo wouldn’t be able to stop himself from confronting Angelica. Was he out of his mind?

Sure enough, by the time I entered my room, Angelica looked like she was seconds away from passing out while Giancarlo had his arms crossed before her. He turned and eyed the fruit platter I was carrying in my hands with a mocking grin. I glared at him, daring him to say a word.

It wasn’t what it looked like—I wasn’t taking his advice about the way to a woman’s heart. I was only feeding my wife because it was the least I could do after what she’d been through.

While he didn’t say a word, his reaction was in sync with Klara’s when she caught me trying my best to make the prettiest platter I could come up with.

“Get lost.” I shooed him off and placed the platter on the bedside table beside which Angelica was standing. When he finally left, I nudged Angelica to sit back on the bed, stabbed a mango piece and brought