CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE – DRINKING AND CRUISING

As they settled into a cozy booth, a waitress approached to take their order. "I'll have a scotch, neat," Luca said. "And for the lady..." "Um, a mojito, please," Rebecca decided. As they waited for their drinks, Rebecca couldn't help but notice the admiring glances Luca was receiving from women around the bar. "So," she said, trying to distract herself, "do you come on cruises often?" Luca shrugged. "Now and then. It's a good way to conduct business away from prying eyes." Rebecca nodded, remembering his mafia connections. "And... do you usually bring guests?" A small smirk played on Luca's lips. "Jealous, bella?" "What? No!" Rebecca protested, a bit too quickly. "Just curious." Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of their drinks. As the waitress set down Rebecca's mojito, her hand trembled slightly, causing the glass to tip. "Watch out!" Rebecca exclaimed, reaching out to steady it. In doing so, she managed to knock the glass, sending its contents spilling acr