Beat of the Heart (12 page)

usual first date awkwardness. Just like he craved realness with me, I felt like I could be myself with

him, which was something I hadn’t experienced in so long.

“So you’re a real smart cookie, huh?” AJ questioned with a smile, as he sopped up some of his

remaining tomato sauce with a garlic knot.

“What makes you say that?”

He smiled knowingly. “Duke told me a lot about you.”

“Oh shit,” I muttered, covering my eyes with my hands.

“Hey, it was all good. Like how you had your Master’s degree in Nursing, you’d already made

shift supervisor—that’s impressive at your age.”

“My ripe old age?” I asked with a grin.

“Don’t be a smartass.”

I opened my mouth to protest when I was interrupted by the screech of a microphone. “Good

evening ladies and gentlemen. I’m Vince—your band-leader here at Mama Sofia’s. I’m joined by

Rico and Joey on the violins and accordion. First off tonight, we want to welcome a very special

couple to the floor—Mr. and Mrs. Michael and Dorothea Castorini, who are celebrating their Fiftieth

Wedding Anniversary with their friends and family.” A round of applause went up over the restaurant

as a silver haired couple teetered onto the wooden floor before the band’s riser.

Vince smiled. “So for the happy couple, here’s their favorite song,
Anema e Core
.”

As the familiar opening chords echoed from the violin, it felt like a knife speared my heart. A

searing ache spread throughout my chest, sending tears to sting my eyes.

“Mia?” AJ questioned.

Embarrassment at my out-of-control emotions sent warmth into my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” I swept the

napkin from my lap and dabbed my eyes.

“Old couples make you weepy?” AJ asked.

I hiccupped a laugh. “Not exactly.”

“Then what is it?”

With a wave of my hand, I replied, “Nothing I need to bother you with.”

AJ reached over and grabbed one of my hands. “You know, most people think I’m just this goofball

who never takes anything seriously and lacks any emotional depth or sensitivity. But that’s not true at

all.” He squeezed my hand. “I can feel your pain all the way across the table. If it’s about a guy, I can

handle it.”

I stared into his dark eyes that pooled with empathy. Although I couldn’t fathom why, I drew in a

deep breath. “
Anema e Core
was my late grandparent’s song. When I was growing up, they used to

dance to it all the time. Even at their Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary party, when my grandfather was

on oxygen and was walking with a cane, they danced to this song. He always called her his anema e

core—my soul and heart.”

“That’s really beautiful,” AJ said softly.

For some reason, I felt compelled to keep talking to AJ. “I never knew my real mother—she was

some sports groupie who basically hooked up with my dad because he was Duke Martinelli. She

wanted to trap him into marrying her, so she got pregnant. Four months after I was born, Dad blew out

his knee. She figured her meal ticket had dried up and she didn’t want to be saddled with a kid, so she

left us both. My grandparents moved down here from Jersey to help my dad with me, and they never

left. My grandfather died when I was fifteen, and that was gut-wrenching. But my grandmother—she

was my mother. And when she died nine months ago…a little bit of me died as well.” I didn’t bother

stopping the tear that escaped and trickled down my cheek. “She was my anema e core.”

Without a word, AJ left his seat to come sit by me in the booth. Before I knew it, he had an arm

around my shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mia.”

The room began to spin in a dizzying flurry. I’d let my guard down and let him see more than I

should have. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought this up. I—” I started to edge away from him,

but he gripped me tighter.

“Don’t pull away because you think showing some emotion is going to turn me off. Because that’s

the farthest thing from the truth.” He gripped my chin, tipping my head up to meet his gaze.

“Remember what I said about wanting people to be real?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I know for you to be letting your guard down, showing this emotion—it’s about as real as it gets

for you, right?” When I bobbed my head, he gave me a reassuring smile. “I’m right here, right now.

I’m not going anywhere because I want to be here for you.”

His tender words and the comfort of his embrace caused all reason to leave me. Instead, I let

myself snuggle closer into him.

With my face pressed against his chest, I finally murmured, “Thank you…for listening to me and for

being here.”

“No problem.” His lips brushed against my temple. “I wish I could say I understood the pain and

what grief feels like, but I’ve never really experienced overwhelming loss. My mother’s parents died

before I was five, so I really didn’t get the chance to know them. Six months ago, my buddy, Jake’s,

mom died, and that hurt like hell. But I can’t imagine losing your whole world like he did…or you did

with Mama Sofia.”

I gazed up at him. “You’re a really decent guy, you know that?”

He chuckled. “You’re just now realizing that?”

“I’m serious. I mean, you’re a famous musician with money and good looks. You could be a real

asshole.”

“But I’m not.”

I shook my head. “As much as I would like for you to be, you’re not.”

AJ’s brow creased in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Even though I could’ve avoided the question, I wanted to be real for him. “You being decent will

just make it harder for me in the end.”

He stared intently into my eyes, searching them for the answers I wasn’t ready to give him. It would

take a pretty strong blast of dynamite to get past the walls I’d erected around me to protect from the

pain previous men had inflicted.

When AJ abruptly pulled away, I felt bereft of his comforting embrace. “What—”

He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”

I started to protest, but at the insistent gleam burning in his eyes, I thought better of it. Instead, I rose

up and put my hand in his. He then led me across the restaurant to the dance floor. We sidestepped

through the other couples, edging over to the bandstand.

As the music grew louder around us, I teased, “Do you wanna be deaf by the end of the night?”

He glanced over his shoulder and winked at me. As the last chords of the song wound down,

applause and whistles rang throughout the room. The elderly couple smiled and waved before starting

to make their way off the dance floor. The guys shuffled their music, preparing to play something else

when AJ called, “Play it again, boys.” At Vince’s surprised look, AJ added, “Please.”

Vince must’ve met AJ before because a wide grin stretched on his face. “You heard him boys.

Anema e
Core
it is,”

As the opening chords started up, AJ quirked his brows at me. “You wanna show-off what you

learned tonight?”

I grinned up at him. “I’m not sure everything we did back at the dance studio is appropriate.”

AJ returned my grin. “That’s true.” His arms snaked around my waist, drawing me flush against

him. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck. One of his hands splayed across my back, his

thumb rubbing back and forth across the exposed skin above my dress. I shivered under his touch,

causing him to tighten his arms around me. “How about we try this instead?” he questioned, his breath

fanning across my cheek.

I fought to catch my breath. When I could finally speak, I replied, “I think…this is nice.”

He snorted. “You and your usage of
nice
.”

Pressed tightly together, we swayed as the passionate words of the love song echoed through the

room. I closed my eyes and rested my head against AJ’s chest. Tuning out the sounds around me, I

focused on the gentle beat of his heart, thrumming through his shirt. “I can see why your grandparents

liked this so much,” AJ said, breaking the silence.

“Really?” I murmured.

“Yeah, it really speaks to the beauty of true love. Kinda reminds me of one of the first songs I

learned to play on the drums,
Amorcito Mio
. My Tio Diego he’s the one who got me started playing

music. He used to have a band back in Guadalajara. His song with my Tia Anita was
Amorcito Mio
,

and he used to play it all the time.”

“That means, ‘my love’, in Spanish right?”

AJ nodded. “Yeah, but sorta more affectionate like ‘my baby’ kinda usage, too.” He stared down at

me. “Like I would want to call you, amorcito mio.”

“You would?” I questioned softly.

“Yeah, I would.” He then brought his lips to mine. In that moment, I didn’t care we were on display

in front of the entire restaurant. All I wanted in that moment was AJ’s lips on mine and his hands on

my body. Wanting him to deepen the kiss, I opened my mouth. He obliged me by flicking his tongue

against mine. I moaned as I slid my hand up to tangle in his hair. I got so lost in him and what we

were doing I didn’t realize the song had ended. It wasn’t until a more upbeat tune blared around us

that I jerked away.

“Fuck me, that was intense,” AJ murmured.

I couldn’t help laughing. “You have such a way with words.”

He grinned. “I try. Now come on, let’s show these stiffs how it’s done.”

Widening my eyes in horror, I shook my head furiously. “But I don’t know what to do.”

“Just follow my lead.”

“Easier said than done,” I shouted, over the music.

“Piece of cake.” AJ then quick-stepped me over the floor while several times spinning me back

and then out. When the music came to a close, he dipped me. My chest rose and fell in harsh pants as I

tried catching my breath.

“Wanna go again?”

“Um, maybe?”

AJ laughed and drew me back up. Once again, the music was fast paced, and I fought to keep up

with AJ’s manic movements. When the song ended, I tugged his arm. “I need something to drink.”

“Yes, I should be plying you with more wine, shouldn’t I?”

I giggled. “I think you do just fine without it.”

Just before we got back to our booth, my dad stepped into our path. “Emiliana, what a surprise.”

He grabbed me in his muscular arms and hugged me tight against his broad chest. For a man pushing

sixty, he was in great shape. With his salt and pepper hair, bright smile, and rugged good looks, he

was quite the prize around these parts. Of course, after one marriage before my mom and one brief

one after, he was quite content as a confirmed bachelor.

“Hi Daddy.” I leaned back to kiss his cheek.

His eyes, that were the same onyx color as mine, glittered with excitement. “You should have told

me you were coming out tonight, and I would have had dinner with you and your…” He glanced

between me and AJ before his mouth gaped open. “Drummer Boy? Don’t tell me you’re here with
my

little Mia?”

AJ grinned before he and my dad hugged and smacked backs. “Yes sir. Of course, I didn’t know

she was your daughter until after I’d made the reservation.”

Daddy smiled. “I kept telling you I had a daughter you should meet.”

“Oh please, tell me you didn’t,” I moaned.

AJ laughed. “Actually, he did.”

“You didn’t tell me that earlier.”

“Well, you were freaked out enough about this being your family’s place. I didn’t think adding in

that little tidbit would help.”

Daddy cleared his throat. “You know what Mama Sofia would say about this?”

“What?” AJ asked.

“She would say it was truly meant to be because fate and destiny decided to intercede.” Daddy

took my hand to plant a kiss on it. “I think I would have to agree, mia cara.”

“We’ll have to see about that,” I replied, nervously shifting on my feet. My head spun in a dizzying

flurry at the mere fact that AJ and my dad not only knew each other, but apparently liked each other. A

lot. It had taken Daddy weeks to come around about Dev. Now he seemed like he was practically

ready to marry AJ and me off. Of course, his words about Mama Sofia and fate sent me tail-spinning

even further.

Eyeing our table, Daddy said, “You weren’t about to leave, were you?”

“Not until we finish our wine.”

“I’ll send over another bottle along with some dessert.”

“No, you don’t need to do that.”

Daddy smiled. “Of course, I do.” He turned to AJ. “Have you ever sampled some of Mia’s

Mousse?”

I held my breath, hoping to God and all that was holy that AJ would refrain from making any smart

ass innuendo remarks or getting that sexy little smirk on his face.

Thankfully, he behaved. “I’ve had some of the gelato and the tiramisu, but not any of the mousse.”

A look of revelation flickered on his face. “Wait, is that the one spelled like the animal, moose, on the

menu?”

With a chuckle, Daddy replied, “My father named it for Mia. She loved being in the kitchen with

my parents when they were cooking. One day when my mother mentioned using a new recipe for the

chocolate mousse, Mia got all excited because she thought there was going to be a real moose in the

kitchen. Pop and Ma loved it, so they introduced the new mousse as ‘Mia’s Moose’, and it’s been that