That’s when I saw a man, tall, not as tall as Cal, but taller than Manny and Vinnie. He was wearing a skintight white t-shirt, jeans and he had a long, white apron wrapped around his waist. The tee miraculously had no tomato sauce stains on it. The apron was covered with smears.
And he was movie star gorgeous. Beautiful body as evidenced by his t-shirt and even the apron at his narrow hips; thick head of black, unruly hair; roguish, dark brown eyes rimmed with thick lashes; glamorous white smile, like his mother’s.
He was looking at Cal and, as Cal slid out of the booth, his hand came up and his smile got wider, brilliant, breathtaking.
“Cal, cugino,” he muttered as his hand took Cal’s in a fierce grip even I could see.
Cal’s hand gripped his fiercely too and muttered back, “Benny.”
They leaned into each other and each gave the other a powerful blow to their backs before pulling away but not dropping their grip of hands.
I tore my eyes away from the two of them, both amazingly attractive in a way you didn’t often see, or ever see. Maybe one, if you were lucky, but definitely not a double bill like these two. That was a miracle the like it proved there was a God.
Then I saw both Kate and Keira gazing up at them, Manny a memory, Benny, they’d never forget in their entire lives.
Then my eyes moved and I saw most of the women in the restaurant also looking, some openly, some glances, some even had mouths open, all of them in some way awed.
My eyes went back to the men as they detached, Cal came back to me, Benny, like Manny, scooted unceremoniously in beside Kate and Keira.
Kate emitted a sound that was half-strangled scream, half-moan. Keira just stared.
I looked back at the restaurant and saw that most of the women hadn’t quit looking and it was a wonder, with the raw, sexual magnetism being discharged at our table, how the lot of them didn’t fly straight at us, sticking to Benny and Cal like flecks of steel to a powerful magnet.
“Hear you’re Vi,” I heard Benny say and my eyes went to him.
“Yeah.” I reached my arm across the table when he stretched his to me.
“Benny,” he said after he took my hand in a warm grip, not too firm, it was friendly firm. Then he let my hand go and looked at Kate and Keira.
Kate visibly stilled. Keira swallowed.
“Vi’s girls, Ben, Kate and Keira,” Cal told him.
“Heard about them too,” Benny said, aiming his smile and hand at both in turn. Kate gulped as she took his hand. When Keira did, her eyes rolled back into her head.
I looked at Cal and he was grinning at them.
“Shoulda warned you, Benny’s a lady-killer,” Cal told the girls and both their eyes fluttered to him.
“I didn’t think anyone could be hotter than you, Joe,” Keira whispered, forgetting she hated Cal for a second, forgetting everything in the presence of Benny.
“Ben, you’re killin’ me,” Cal murmured but there was a timbre of suppressed laughter in his voice, “lost my position.”
“Sucks, but you’re used to it,” Benny returned on a grin.
Cal shook his head and Benny looked at me.
“Dad’s got your pie in the oven,” he informed me then his eyes went to Cal. “Freakin’ kitchen’s crazed. He’s got my kids in a tizzy. He’s been retired from the kitchen a year and I just got them settled, it took that long. Now he’s taken over, fifteen minutes back to drill sergeant and the place is pandemonium, boys are droppin’ shit, burnin’ shit, nuts.”
“Kick his ass out,” Cal advised.
“You try to kick Vinnie’s ass out when he’s got an apron around his waist,” Benny replied then looked at Keira and Kate and, for some reason, asked, “Your Mom do somethin’ good, somethin’ better than anyone else you know?”
“Her garden,” Keira chimed in instantly.
“Her seafood risotto,” Kate told him the second Keira’s last word was uttered.
“Her pork chops and spiced rice,” Keira put in.
“Her chocolate chunk cupcakes with vanilla bean frosting,” Kate added.
“When we were kids, she told the best bedtime stories,” Keira went on. “All my friends wanted to stay over at my house because of Mom’s bedtime stories. She was famous for them.”
Benny’s eyes slid to me and I felt Cal’s on me too. I also felt my face get hot.
There was silence then Benny murmured, “All that sounds good.”
“The best,” Keira agreed and I watched as Benny forced, with visible effort, his eyes back to the girls.
“Makes my point asinine. Was gonna tell you, she tries to teach you that stuff, you should run the other way.” He looked back to me. “But, thinkin’, that shit, you should let her,” Benny told them, his eyes still on me and I felt my face get hotter.
“I’m guessin’ Uncle Vinnie shared the secret of his pies,” Cal saved me by remarking and Benny’s dark brown eyes released me from their magnetic hold and he looked to his cousin.
“Yeah. He taught me, said he wanted to retire from the kitchen. Now he’s ordered a new sign, gets installed next week. Vinnie and Benny’s Pizzeria. Screwed now, cugino, my name’s gonna be on the building, I’m fuckin’ stuck.”