Emily popped the cork open with professional ease, and examined it briefly before setting it and the bottle down on the counter.
"I actually don't know. He gets along remarkably well with a dark man, but of blonds I don't know," she shrugged. "Well, maybe he likes Vincenzo because he was there when I brought Wayne home for the first time. I'm sure he'll get used to you."
As Emily stepped to the kitchen for a moment, Wayne sneaked off to the living room. The woman was right back with two Campari glasses with the bright red liquid and ice in them. She handed one appetizer to Cam and sipped the other herself.