“Got what?”
“My will. It took some time to get it right, but now it’s perfect. I’ll make sure you and Luca are taken care of even from the afterlife.”
“You’re not going anywhere anytime soon,” he says sternly.
“Nope.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m not.”
I smile. But if I do happen to go anywhere, and I’m super healthy and careful and will only drive the most secure vehicles, so I’m really not planning to, I’ve already made plans to Joe Dimaggio Enzo. He’s going to get three dozen red roses delivered to him each week for the rest of his life. In fact, if he dies before me, he’ll still get them, Marilyn style.
I giggle. The cemetery guys are going to be so annoyed.
Enzo’s never going to be able to forget just how amazing and wonderful he is.
“You’ll be the executor,” I say, “so you should probably be introduced to my filing cabinet.” I pat the filing cabinet in Patricia’s room. Not that it’s Patricia’s room anymore. She’s already in her studio.
The filing cabinet is cold under my palm. It’s a sleek, glossy black like the badass professional it is. Huh.
I wonder if anyone makes leather filing cabinets. Biker styles, with intimidating zippers for decoration.
I grin.
Maybe I can start a filing cabinet business.
This one holds all my secrets, even if it’s not leather-and-zipper blinged. “FC, this is Enzo.”
“Not see-thru?”
I shudder. “No way. People get funny about money.” I learned that in high school when I mentioned my investments. Not making that mistake again.
I take a file folder, write INSTRUCTIONS FROM BEYOND on it, then hand it to Enzo with the key. “You can file it, babe. It will be your first proper interaction with FC.”
He laughs, and all my cells expand. Enzo has been doing a lot of laughing lately. So has Luca.
Enzo unlocks the filing cabinet, then opens the drawer. It occurs to me that maybe there’s a reason he shouldn’t do that, and I frown.
Enzo thumbs through the folders. Then he stops.
“Axel?”
His voice is strange. I turn.
He’s holding a folder labeled THE BREAKAWAY FOUNDATION - BELLANTI, E.
Shit.
I head to him at once. “What is it, babe?”
His lower lip is doing a trembling thing, and I smile. He’s so adorable. I kiss his cheek, then link pinkies with him.
He looks from me to the folder in my filing cabinet then to me again.
“Everything is alphabetical,” I say, feigning innocence. Maybe he didn’t put things together. Maybe. “Did you put a document in the wrong file? We can find it. I promise.”
“Th-that’s not the issue,” he says finally.
He’s still holding the file, and my stomach tightens.
“Oh, that’s old. You don’t need to see it.”
