With a deliciously breathy sigh, she dropped her own cell into her purse.
Begrudgingly, I released my hold on her hand. “Until tonight,gattaredda.”
It was a vow.
Recognizing it as such, she stilled. “Text me.”
Delighted by the command, I nodded, then watched as she got to her feet.
Half in the booth and half out, she pondered, “Will I get my reward tonight?”
Delighted by her, I laughed, absently aware I’d laughed more today than I had in years.
“Tonight,” I promised.
My angel shot me a wicked smile that told me she’d fallen a long time ago then strode down the aisle, gracing me with a final glance before she left me behind.
I could see the attendants watching me, knew they wanted to shoo me off the plane, but I ignored them and grabbed the leather garment bag I tossed over my shoulder before following Kitty onto the airbridge.
What greeted me, however, was not the distant sight of her ass in the skirt that existed to drive me insane…
It was a couple of fucking cops.
“Miedda.”
SEVENTEEN
KITTY
Playlist recommendation:
Piece of Me, MK, Becky Hill
“That’s the fortieth time you’ve checked your phone!” Neev yelled.
Not because she was angry but because the music blared crazy loud and she had taken to dancing beside the booth I’d commandeered because I refused to leave it.
I had an eye on Raisin, who was in the middle of some kind of throuple-tango situation that made no sense on a dance floor this packed, but instead of being in her face, Neev had decided to pester me.
In fact, she was one bigpesterer.
She’d been pissing me off the whole day, to the point I was regretting buying her a damn ticket!
“I’m waiting for a message.”
Because I was a brilliant travel agent, and our flights had passedwithout a delay, we’d arrived in Cancún early enough to hit the evening scene.
Of course, I’d expected to receive a text before we’d left our hotel room.
Except I hadn’t.
And it was making me second-guess myself.
Which was annoying.
Custanzu promised.
I had to have faith in that.
