Juneâs menu BARONESSA GELATERIA in Bostonâs North End
In addition to our regular flavors of Italian gelato, this month we are featuring:
⢠Puffy clouds of fresh-whipped meringue
Nothing excited Alex Barone more than flying the skies for his country in his supercharged navy jet with the Blue Angels. Close second? A beautiful woman waiting for him on land. After all, he didnât get the nickname âBabe Magnet Baroneâ for nothingâ¦.
⢠Red, white and blue torte
A Barone heir and a waitress? Daisy knew it was an insane combination. Sooner or later the red-blooded Boston blue blood Alex Barone would come to his senses. Until then, sheâd simply savor their white-hot attractionâ¦.
⢠An array of decadent desserts
After being so long denied, Alex and Daisy, friends by day, became lovers in the night. Their hands, their mouths, took them on a sensual journey of discovery. Then Alex took commandâand brought Daisy to new heights of passionâ¦.
Buon appetito!
Meet the Barones of Bostonâan elite clan caught in a web of danger, deceitâ¦and desire!
Alex BaroneâThe one time he let his heart take the pilot seat, it got broken. His fiancée jilted him on Valentineâs Dayâshade of the Barone curse. Alex prefers the fast life in the Blue Angels, flying all around the world. Heâs not looking for a white picket fence to hold him inâ¦.
Daisy CusakâThe minute she told her ex-boyfriend she was pregnant, he left her in a cloud of dust. Daisyâs prepared to be both mother and father to her baby now; sheâll do whatever it takes. Sheâs not looking for a love-âem-and-leave-âem flyboyâ¦.
Rita BaroneâAlexâs sister, a nurse, delivers Daisyâs healthy, perfect little girl. Now sheâs interested in delivering another Barone to the altar.
Daisy Cusak ignored the ribbon of pain snaking through her. âJust a twinge,â she whispered, then ran the palm of her hand across her swollen belly. âCome on, sweetie, donât do this to Mommy, okay?â
The pains had been intermittent all day, but sheâd brushed them off. All of the books said there was nothing to worry about until the contractions were steady and just a few minutes apart. Well, heck. One every hour and a half or so wasnât anything to worry about, right?
Besides, on a busy Friday night, she could make a lot of tips serving dinner at Antonioâs Italian restaurant. And right now, that money would mean a lot.
All around her, noises of the busy kitchen echoedâpans clashing, chefs cursing, expensive china plates clinking. It was music of a sort. And the waiters and waitresses were the dancers.
Sheâd been doing this for four years and she was darn good at it. Though people wouldnât exactly consider being a waitress a career, Daisy didnât have a problem with it. She loved her job. She met new people every night, had a few regulars who would wait an extra half hour just to get seated in her station, and her bosses, the Contis, were just so darn nice to work for.
Rather than fire her for being pregnant, members of the Conti family were continually urging her to sit down, get off her feet. Someone was always near to help her with the heavier trays, and sheâd already been assured that her job would be waiting for her after she took some time off with the baby.
âYouâll see,â she said, smiling down at her unborn child. âItâs going to be great. Weâre going to be great.â
âEverything all right, Daisy?â
She turned abruptly and grinned at Joan, one of the other waitresses. âSure. Iâm good.â
The other woman looked as though she didnât believe her, and Daisy silently wished she was just a little bit better at lying.
âWhy donât you take a break?â Joan said. âIâll cover your tables for you.â
âItâs okay,â Daisy answered firmly, willing not only Joan, but herself, to believe it. âIâm fine. Honest.â
Her friend gave her a worried frown, then stacked two plates of veal parmigiana on her serving tray. âOkay, but Iâve got my eye on you.â
Along with everyone else at Antonioâs, Daisy thought. She picked up a pot of coffee, pushed through the Out door and walked into the main dining room. Casual elegance flavored the room. Snowy-white linens draped the tables, candles flickered wildly within the crystal hurricane globes and soft strains of weeping violin music drifted from the overhead speakers.