“Hi, I’m Robin Kaye, I’m here to meet Rich and Becca Ronaldi.”
When the woman turned around, I recognized her. She was Mona DiNicola’s cousin Rita. She pointed toward the bar. “They’re waitin’ for ya in the family dining room. I’ll tell Vinny you’re here.”
“Thanks, Rita.” I turned and walked through the small bar toward the family dining room in the back. My stomach growled as the smell of good gravy made my mouth water. I’d driven from Maryland to Brooklyn without stopping so I was well past ready for lunch.
When I walked in, I found Rich and Becca with their heads together, sitting next to each other at a table for four, holding hands. It’s nice to see they still only have eyes for each other, even after a year of marriage. “Am I interrupting?”
Rich got up and gave me a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. “You? Never. How are you?”
“Good, you two look happy.”
Becca gave me a hug. “We are. Things are good. How are you?”
Rich helped me off with my coat and Vinny DiNicola, the owner, chef, and Mona’s husband, came out with a bottle of Chianti and poured me a glass. “Thanks, Vinny.”
More kisses were exchanged and Vinny held my chair for me.
“I’ll make you a nice lunch, eh? Did you bring your appetite?”
“You ever know me to refuse your food?”
Vinny winked at me. “No, though you look like you lost weight.”
“Ha, you’re such a bad liar, but thanks for trying.”
Rich held his wine glass up. “Robin, benovenuto nella nostra casa e fa I nostri amici. Salute!”
We clinked glasses and took a sip of wine.
Becca looked from me to him. “Huh?”
“Rich just welcomed me to your home and your circle of friends. Grazi.”
Rich nodded. “Prego.”
Becca still looked skinny and beautiful, if she wasn’t so nice, I’d really have to hate her. Richie, well, he looked gorgeous in a hot professor sort of way since he was dressed for work. He had this monochrome thing going that really worked for him, me, and just about every other straight woman on the planet. “So, I’m here to interview you two about your romance.”