Nicole slipped away at once, leaving the table and the room without another word.
Jake watched her go and then glanced from Dante to Tomasso. “Well?”
Dante pursed his lips and then said, “Give her twenty minutes and then take her coffee.”
“And jump her bones,” Tomasso added.
“What?” Jake asked on a half laugh of disbelief.
Dante shrugged. “You’ve rocked her world.”
“Not in the good way,” Tomasso added, in case he’d misunderstood.
“Nicole’s spinning right now,” Dante added.
“You need to anchor her,” Tomasso said.
Jake arched one eyebrow and said, “You want me to anchor her with my cock? Seriously? We barely know each other.”
“Sometimes it’s incredibly obvious you were born in the Leave It to Beaver era,” Dante said dryly.
Jake stiffened and scowled. “Excuse me, you two are older than I am.”
“Yeah, but we’re Italian,” Dante said with a shrug.
“And that means what?” Jake asked dryly.
“The Brits are known for bad food, the French for good food, and the Italians for being the best lovers,” Dante explained.
Jake gave a disbelieving laugh. “You’re delusional.”
“Casanova.” Tomasso rumbled, and then added, “Enough said.”
“One man does not—Ah hell, never mind,” he muttered standing up. “I’m going downstairs . . . to talk to Nicole.”
“I’m telling you, sex is the way to go,” Dante assured him as he headed for the doorway. “It will bond her to you.”
Tomasso added. “One taste of life-mate sex and she’ll be hooked like a he**in addict.”
Jake halted in the door and turned back. “Life-mate sex?”
Dante raised his eyebrows. “No one’s told you about life mates?”
“Well, I know about life mates. Can’t read ’em, can’t control ’em, a perfect mate.”
“And crazy, blow your mind, so intense it leaves you unconscious, sex,” Tomasso added.
“It leaves you unconscious?” Jake asked with a frown.
“And blows your mind,” Tommaso repeated.
Jake narrowed his gaze on the pair. “You’re pulling my leg, right?”
The twins merely shook their heads solemnly.
“Hmm,” he said dubiously, but then merely turned away and headed for the stairs. He wasn’t sure he believed Dante and Tomasso. After all, surely someone would have mentioned that to him prior to this?
Even as he mentally asked himself that question, Jake realized how ridiculous it was. No one would have told him that before he was turned. It wouldn’t have meant anything to him as a mortal. As for after the turn, he hadn’t given them much of a chance to tell him anything then. Anytime his mother had tried to point out the benefits of being an immortal to him, he’d shut her down. His brother, Neil, hadn’t tried to coddle or convince him his being turned was a good thing. He’d simply stood by him, silent and supportive, but Jake hadn’t wanted support. He’d wanted to be mortal again . . . a real boy, just like Pinocchio. But he wasn’t Pinocchio anymore. He wasn’t exactly happy to be immortal, but he was grateful to be alive. Vincent’s turning him had saved him the first time, and being immortal had saved him from the poisoned hot tub . . . and now he might have a life mate.