Mancini's POV
Marcus walked back into the dining hall like nothing had happened. He adjusted his jacket, smoothed his hair, and gave a little grin as he stepped toward the table.
"What did I miss?" he asked, like everything was okay. Like he didn't know what his fiancée was trying to do.
Deanna answered before anyone else could. "Oh, nothing important. We were just talking about family. Beautiful family."
She smiled faintly, but her voice was pages with mockery. She was pushing my patience, and she knew it.
"You were gone for too long. I was worried I and Mancini would exhaust all the conversation before you came back," she said, running a long finger to the sides of his hair.
"Yeah. I'm sorry. Maybe I should file a complaint with the restaurant. There must have been something bad in that dish," he said, rubbing his stomach.
They both pissed me off.
He turned to me, "Oh, where is Marie? Gone already?"
