*Lila’s POV*

The pappardelle was doing nothing for me. It was delicious of course, but the Marino’s had given me too much to think about to put much attention into the food in front of me. My gaze was focused on Rafe as he enjoyed his own ravioli.

“You weren’t kidding when you said they had delicious pasta—I’m glad you introduced me to this place, I’ll have to eat there more often.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I smiled. “Sixty years of ...