“Mila warned me.” Renee winked. “They’re in the big booth right outside the kitchen. Need a menu?” she asked Jason, looking a little star struck.
“I’ll wing it.” He gripped Gia’s hand more tightly.
She flipped her gaze up to her husband. He’d pushed to make this meeting happen…but he was nervous. This mattered to him, and Gia found that endearing. Maybe she should still be mad at him. God knew she was so worried, she probably looked a charming shade of green.
“Can you have your brother bring a bottle of that Cabernet I like?” Gia asked the girl.
“Sure. Nick will take care of you. Holler if you need anything else.”
She nodded at Renee and figured it was time to stop hiding behind the hostess stand.
Sucking in a deep breath, Gia led Jason around the partition concealing the restaurant from the front door. Instantly, she saw her family in the corner. Longing buckled her chest. Dad laughed. Mom held his hand. Mila rocked the baby while smiling at her folks. Tony Jr. played with a pair of plastic cars on the table, crashing them together and making explosive sounds. He looked so much like her brother sometimes that it hurt.
The boy looked their way, his dark eyes piercing, then they lit up with recognition. “An’ Gia!”
As he clambered from his chair, nearly toppling it and his booster seat over, he darted across the restaurant toward her. Jason released her so she could crouch and welcome the happy child into her arms. The moment the little boy crashed into her, Gia reached back to right her balance and laughed. Automatically, Jason braced her with a hand on her back. She sent him a grateful glance before she turned back to Little Tony.
“How’s our big boy? You been good for your mama?”
He nodded earnestly. “I helped.”
“Of course you did.”
“Colleen helped, too.” The little boy grinned.
From his smile, Gia had no doubt that he liked the woman Jason had hired to help Mila and the kids during her absence. “That’s great.”
As she stood and ruffled his hair, Jason took her hand again and nudged her forward. She looked up to see her parents and sister-in-law all gaping and silent.
She held up her palm in greeting as she closed the short distance between her husband and her family. “Hi.”
They all gave her the once-over before their collective gazes slid over to Jason. They studied him unabashedly. Her father frowned.
Her mother stood. “Hello, dear. Mila said you wouldn’t be here. I’m glad you could make it. You brought a…friend.” She smiled wanly. “Why don’t you introduce us?”
Here went nothing.
“They’re not just friends, Sil,” Mila corrected her mother-in-law gently.
His frown morphing to a scowl, her father stood and looked Jason in the eye. “You dating my daughter?”
Gia sighed. “Daddy, be nice. If you’ll give me a minute—”
“No, sir.” Jason held out his hand and waited until her father shook it. “I married her.”
What the hell? She turned a peeved glare at Jason, but he just sent her a cool glance.
Maybe it didn’t matter if he’d blurted the truth. There was no good way to drop this bombshell.
Her mother gasped and blinked at her. “You’re married to Jason Denning?”
He cleared his throat, and they looked around to see most of the restaurant staring at them. She recognized a girl she’d gone to high school with. Their neighbors down the street sat two booths away. She and Jason had managed to keep this marriage secret for nearly a year. Between crazy Twitter peeps and gossipy folks in the neighborhood, the truth would travel so fast, they might make the local ten o’clock news.
“Why don’t we sit down, Mom?” She looked pointedly around her.
Mama pursed her lips. Her short dark hair didn’t quite hide the flush of her cheeks. “All right.”
Her father followed them. Mila just stared. This meeting wasn’t going down as she’d hoped.