His entire demeanor had changed, and the person on the other end of the line was definitely responsible. Andrea. From the picture on Vic’s cell phone, the female looked like a blonde bombshell. A young one, at that. Ronnie had never been one to eavesdrop, but she listened to Vic’s side of the phone conversation with interest. “Hey,” Vic spoke into the phone. “Sorry, I got held up.” His voice was smooth as maple syrup on a summer day. “Yeah, I know I promised. Don’t I always make good on my promises?” Andrea must be one ballsy woman to have Vic on eggshells, explaining himself. “Something came up,” he said to the caller. “But I’ll be there soon.” Vic went from sour to sweet in a matter of seconds. If Ronnie hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would have never believed it. As her eyes roamed his chiseled physique from the bottoms of his black jeans to the rolled up cuffs of his black shirt, she felt a sting of jealousy. What woman could make a man like Vic Romano turn to mush?
