Sara

Antonio Marino wasn’t the man I had expected him to be. Not at all. I had heard the stories about him. The way he had been described to me, I expected to meet some monstrous killer who howled at the moon. Instead, he was a handsome, charming man who apparently believed in romance. Crazy.

He had hit on me, which wasn’t ideal. But that didn’t make him any worse than the customers at Mabel’s who tried their luck on a Friday night. Yeah, he was ...