“I know people that know people,” Francis said with a smirk.
“Ahhh…Jack. He’s friends with the mayor and the governor,” Tracy concluded.
“Oh, donna, you really have no idea what I’m capable of,” Francis chuckled.
Tracy was loving the ease of their interaction. She loved sitting in the beautiful garden, loved basking in the warm sun. But most of all, she loved being in Francis’ arms. She was fully aware that the subject of their relationship and living arrangement would be readdressed in the future. But at that moment, she was just happy to be in his presence.
Francis looked lovingly into her eyes and covered her tummy with his large hand. He rubbed softly and smile. “Il mio bambino,” he whispered.
Tracy placed her hand over his and nodded. “Yep,” she said with a smile of her own, proud of herself for knowing what he’d said. “It might be a girl, you know.”
“No. If we have a girl, she could grow to have curves like her mamma. Can you imagine how many men that I would have to kill?”
Tracy laughed, but she stopped when she noticed that Francis wasn’t laughing with her. His expression turned serious as he asked, “Are you able to return to your house?”
Tracy wasn't expecting the question, but she had thought of going back to her own house. She loved Victoria’s lavish home, but there was nothing like sleeping in one’s own bed. Fear of painful flashbacks kept Tracy from returning home, but she knew it was time.
“Yeah…yeah. I can go home.”
Her small voice wasn't even convincing her.
“Do you mind if I stay with you when I’m in town?”
Tracy grinned, amused that Francis had actually asked. Normally, he would have just told her that he was staying. Unaccustomed to asking for anything, it was obvious that he was trying to be a little less demanding.
“I don't mind,” Tracy responded with a whisper.
It was true. She really didn't mind if Francis came to stay with her for a while. At least until she was comfortable enough to stay in her house alone. She was, in fact, relieved. Having him close gave her peace.
“Bene. We will go back to your house when I return from my business travels.”
Francis smiled and fed Tracy a grape. She giggled and told him, “Don't expect to find the luxury and comfort that you get at Jack and Vic’s.”
“Donna, the only comfort I need is between those luxurious thighs.”
Swooning, Tracy actually fanned herself. Whether it was his sexy smile, his bedroom eyes, or his deep sexy accented voice that was making her panties wet, Tracy didn't know. But she did know one thing…she couldn't wait to get back in her house. She let out a soft moan and shifted her position on the blanket.
“Now we eat,” Francis announced with a light pat to her behind.
