“It?”
“Love.”
She made it sound so awful. And it was. Heartbreakingly so. If I stayed, the train wreck that had begun when he took my ride share was finally grinding to a halt. Something, somewhere was going to roll over us, taking everyone in its path with it.
“You need to leave, Ellie. Forget the vacation plans, just…leave. Do you what you do best and float your way back up to safety somewhere.”
“I’m not leaving you here with them.”
I took a deep breath. “You have to. I’m in love.”
“You’re an idiot.”
Only my twin could get away with calling me that.
I studied her. She didn’t say it with her usual bluster. “You didn’t really love Johnny, did you?”
She shook her head. “Like I said, maybe at first. Then I saw him with this…bitch.”
“Excuse me?” She knew how much I hated anyone using that word outside of its intended veterinary use.
She fixed her gaze on me, dropping all her defenses. “Allie, the woman was one of those. You know?”
No, I didn’t, and I wouldn’t indulge Ellie’s assumptions. “Impressions aside, what did she look like?”
“Tall, polished, gorgeous… evil. You know that queen in Snow White, the evil one?”
I nodded so she’d continue.
“Think that, but…Italian. Mario’s skin tone, hair color, long ass nose, but not quite so outdoorsy. Quite indoors-y if you get my drift?”
Dianora’s face flashed through my head. “Curly hair?”
“Disgustingly perfect curly hair. And so fucking pampered. You can tell she’s never washed her own dishes.”
I’d gotten that vibe from Dianora. If it were the same person…
“How do you figure she’s Italian?” There were more things going through my head, but I picked that question to ask first.
“Because when I caught them together, she was whispering fucking sweet nothings into Johnny’s ears and he answered her back in Italian.”
I blinked. “Johnny Pornstach knows Italian?”
Ellie shrugged. “I thought it was sexy.”
A quick smile broke across my face, remembering a few of Mario’s unguarded moments. Yes, it was sexy.
“Now I hate to even hear it, because?—”
I finished her sentence, falling back onto the intuition we had developed from being together since before we were born. “Because you don’t know what they’re saying, right?” Loppa’s hand grabbing my phone flashed through my thoughts.
“Yup.”
I rolled to my feet. “Come with me.”
“Huh?”
I tugged her out of bed. “I want to go look at the pictures again.”
