“What things?”
“Rachel’s schedule.”
I nod. “Would you go without her?”
“I don’t want to,” she says, stretching her legs under the table. “I might have to.”
“Can’t see why Frank would object to you guys going to a music festival.”
“Frank has plans for Rachel. If she does the things he wants, she might not have time for jazz festivals this year. I might not either. We’ll see.”
“You might not? What do Frank’s plans for her have to do with you?”
“Sometimes she needs some moral support. Or someone to drown her sorrows with.”
“Maybe she needs to leave the dark side. Maybe you both do.”
She stands, stretching her arms up, making those glorious breasts rise.
“You make it sound easy.”
“Do I?” I know better than anyone that leaving the Palermo organization is far from easy.
“No one leaves Frank without paying a price.”
“Some people pay the same price or worse by staying,” I say.
She exhales and shrugs. “It is what it is. You know that.” She starts to walk past me. I reach a hand out and catch her arm.
“Hang on.”
She turns, her dark brown eyes studying my face.
“What do you want from me?” she whispers.
“Want a list?”
The corners of her mouth curve up, but she shakes her head. “Don’t even, C.” She sighs. “You think I’m not tempted? What girl who’s seen you isn’t?” She rests a palm against my chest, her hand burning through the T shirt to sear my skin. My dick is already at half-mast from just looking at her. The touch fans the flames.
“But you’re the dark side too, Connor. And like you said, I’ve got too much of that in my life already.”
I let her walk away, but this thing between us isn’t done. Not even close.
