I dug through the bags in the back, looking for one of the plush blankets I had picked out. “No peeking,” Enzo chastised.
“I’m not, I’m looking for my blanket.” When I found it, I grabbed it and hugged it tightly, feeling a bit of comfort in thesoft fabric. Before I turned around, I decided I wanted the new pillow I’d gotten also.
When I turned around, I made eye contact in the mirror and narrowed my eyes. “You told me to get comfortable so that’s what I’m doing,” I stated, wrapping the blanket around me and propping the pillow against the door.
A smirk curved his lips and his eyes darkened ever so slightly before he looked away.
My abdomen tightened again, and I wondered if the pull I was feeling was genuine or some sort of knight in shining armor effect.
Yeah, that had to be it. Anything other than that would be crazy given what I just went through. I shouldn’t even be thinking about men.
Then, why couldn’t I stop thinking about Enzo and his handsome smirk?
We drove for a few minutes in silence before I asked, “So, is cleaning up dead bodies the only thing you do for a living?”
I saw his brow arch in the rear-view mirror.
“What? I’d like to know who I’m spending the next month with.”
That sexy smirk made an appearance again and heat simmered in my stomach. “No. I’m an EMT.”
Damn, that made him even sexier.Stop it, Gia. You just got married today, even if you killed your husband in self-defense.
“Makes sense,” I said, trying to play it cool even though I thought that was a bad ass job. “Well, sort of.”
He chuckled. “What do you mean?”
“Well, they are kind of the same but also opposite. Like you clean up dead bodies for the mafia, but then you’re saving lives when you’re at your real job. They both require a similar set of skills and a level head, but they are very different roles.”
One corner of his mouth quirked up. “I guess you’re right. I’ve never thought of it that way.”
I felt my cheeks heat when we made eye-contact in the mirror. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble at work for being gone so long?”
“Nah, I save up all my time off for the last month of the year. I don’t have to go back until after New Year’s Eve.”
“Well, that worked out in my favor then.” Feeling a rush of embarrassment, I darted my eyes away and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “My dad’s favor, I mean,” I corrected.
Enzo chuckled. “I guess it did.”
A lump formed in my throat and I coughed to clear it. “How did you get into cleaning up dead bodies for the mob?”
He responded with a hearty laugh. “What is it with you and dead bodies?”
I gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged. “I listen to a lot of true crime documentaries. I’ve always known what happens behind closed doors because of my dad’s business, but I’ve never experienced it firsthand.”
His brows furrowed. “Are you sure you want me to bore you with this?”
“Yes. Did you not hear that I’m a true crime junkie?”
He chuckled. “Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He adjusted himself in his seat, as if getting comfortable to tell the long story before continuing. “My father is a doctor. And before he retired, he used to treat some of the mafia on the side whenever they were wounded.”
I nodded, seeing where the story was going. “I started helping my dad as he neared retirement. Then, when he retired, I took over completely. After a few months, some capos started asking if I’d be interested in disposing of bodies and cleaning up the crime scenes.”
“That’s a big jump. Why?”
He shrugged. “Most of the capos thought that my meticulous work on patching up wounds would translate well to cleaning up bodies.”
“I guess I could see someone coming to that conclusion.”
