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What they didn’t know and what he didn’t tell theain And the vineyard workers would be losing their jobs in the near future, when the nener took over

Until this point, Enzo had refused to let hie this very obvious—very painful fact He knew if he was to consider it, he ht very well back away from the offer And then what? He remained here?

He didn’t want to think about the past and wonder what else their parents had lied to them about He wanted to do what his sisters had done and turn his back on this place

Of all the people here this evening, he noticed that his sisters weren’t auests Not that he would expect the in their very busy lives and travel here for his thirty-second birthday But they’d never not reive him a card No matter where they were in their lives or in the world, they always remembered each other’s birthdays Until now

“Great party, huh?”

Enzo glanced to his right “Yeah”

Next to hiht-hand man, Vito He had also been his father’s second-in-co at Vito now, the only thing betraying his true age was his silver hair and h to have grown children, nor did he act as though his first grandchild was on the way He was a y and a smile for most anyone

“It’s too bad your parents aren’t here to share this with you,” Vito said “They’d love it”

Enzo didn’t want to discuss them He had too many mixed emotions where they were concerned

“Did you get so to eat?” Enzo asked

“I was headed that way I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday” He extended his hand They shook before sharing a quick one-ar And then Vito moved toward the food

The fact Sylvie went to so much trouble for him should have touched him—touched hiing at hie case of it

Why had she gone to such trouble for him? He didn’t deserve it He had let his frustrations show around her and that wasn’t good He could do better where Sylvie was concerned He would do better

There were e portion of the table Pasta was heaped in a large boith oil, olives, fresh diced toh food here to feed a sood as it all looked and smelled, he didn’t have an appetite

“Where’s your plate?” Sylvie asked once the crowd thinned out around him