“No.”
“Look, Mia, you can have any party you want.All you’ve got to do is name the time and place.”
“Liana’s hosting Easter this year,” Mia said.“We’re going to theirs.”
And that was it, conversation terminated.
They were going to their friend’s place.He should have known.His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he tried to fill the silence once again.There was a time Mia didn’t need any help in filling the gap.She could talk about anything.It’s strange how he suddenly missed her excessive talking.He would give anything to have her talk about the day, or the clouds.
“Isn’t Liana pregnant?”he asked.
He felt Mia’s gaze on him.
“Yes.”
“Do you think it is wise that she should host Easter for us, when we’re quite capable of doing it ourselves?”he asked, hoping to extend the olive branch.
“I, Clarissa, and Tatiana will be with her.We’re all helping and chipping in.You don’t need to worry about Liana’s health.We’re all going to take care of her.”
That would mean their husbands were going to be present.
“That’s nice,” Giovanni said.
“I thought so.She was so excited when she talked about it.”
He had hoped that conversation would spark a deeper one.Only, after Mia said her final part, that was it.Back to arms folded, she sat staring out the window, and he just drove her to the damn DIY store.
Four of his men had joined them in the car behind.Since the recent threat to the Colombo Mafia, this would be how they traveled until they were sure all threats were eliminated.Last year they had a group of thugs who had come together, distributing a drug that looked like Colombo product but was causing people to die.They had taken care of the scientists and the people behind it, but there were always threats.
So far, everything had been quiet.He didn’t trust the quiet.That was when bad things tended to happen.
It was why he knew if he didn’t get his wife talking to him soon, bad shit was going to go down.He didn’t want to be in a bad marriage.He ...liked his wife.
Mia didn’t wait for him to open the door.She climbed out of the car the moment he put it in “park,” and he had to run to keep up with her.He saw she had already grabbed a cart, and they were heading toward the painting section.
She was full of surprises today, especially as she grabbed a can of magnolia and black paint.Next were cushions, also black and brown.His bright, colorful wife was creating herself a space that was cold, artless, and not what he had expected.
There was nothing she chose that matched Mia’s personality.Everything was cold.And he hated it.He knew the damage he had done was not yet repaired, but he didn’t have a clue how to change it.He was at a loss for how to make his wife whole again.
