Mondays meant Italian food and Italian food meant Tony would be making dinner. Danny greeted the half-dozen firefighters already at the table and helped himself to the steaming hot lasagna. Mike looked up from his plate in surprise. “Hey, L.T., you got off at six. What are you still doing here?”“I can’t resist Cappelluti’s cooking.”He moved toward the end of the table and took the empty seat next to Tony, who shot him a proud grin. “It’s my grandmother’s secret recipe.”Mike spoke around a mouthful of pasta. “I figured you had a date tonight since you’re on day shift.”“It got canceled.” Danny kept his attention on his food as he answered and braced himself for the gibes.“I can’t believe it!” Barb laughed. “The Lady Target got stood up?”“Yeah, well, Lisa took it badly when I told her things were going too fast.”“Eighth date already?”Danny looked at Andrea in confusion. “Huh?”“None of the women you go out with seem to last past the eighth date.”“That’s not true.”
