Let's find out
What you are about
What's hidden in there
What you've got for me there.
“Seriously? Okay, how about you change that song, put a fuckin’ shirt on, and I put on something…longer…and not red?”
He twisted, looking at me with smiling eyes. “Great idea. Go into my closet and pick the ugliest thing there, per favore. The pin code is your birthday.”
What? My heart careened. Just like that, the last wall of my resistance shattered. My strides were fast toward him, my hands faster groping for his body like a blind person. He lifted me to the counter, his lips consuming me. Just like that, my knees hooked behind him as our breaths caught together.
Scene 40
Mike
Mike put on his signature smile and flashed Maggie’s phone at her.
Curled on the living room couch, she grunted and shook her head. “No. Not yet.”
“You have to turn it on.” He slumped next to her without losing his smile.
“Don’t give me that smile, Gennaro. It’s not gonna work on me.”
“You sure about that?” His smile grew bigger.
She stared at him for a moment and then giggled. “This is so creepy. How the fuck you do that?”
He joined her laughter, placing the phone in her hand. “Years and years of practice.”
Heaving a sigh, she stared at the gadget. “I don’t think I’m ready just yet.”
“Yes, you are.” His hands massaged her shoulders. “I already called James and told him to get here at nine. You need to call DeVries and do the same.” He kissed her cheek. “If we’re still doing that no going public thing, we gotta come up with a story that satisfies you and feed it to the press fast. Besides, you need clothes.”
“What time is it?”
“Open your phone and see.”
She tapped him in the stomach, and he faked a wince that made her smile. “Here goes nothing.” She pressed the phone button. “When are you going back to Newark?”
“I was supposed to leave tonight, but I postponed the flight to nine a.m. tomorrow.”
Her shoulders went rigid. “How long will you be gone?”
“Uh…a week.”
“Oh.” She dropped her gaze and watched notifications go haywire on her phone.
“What about you? Do you have to work tonight?”
“No, but I have to be on set tomorrow at ten in the morning.”
“That must be killing you, having to wake up early to go to work,” he said, hoping to distract her…and himself. He knew how much he’d miss her. How difficult it’d be to leave her now. And by the tone of her voice, he knew it was hard for her, too.
A deep line formed between her eyebrows as she looked at him. “Mike…I know I can’t ask you this, but I don’t want you to leave. Call me selfish, young, naive, whatever you want, but a week? It’s too long.”
“I know, amore. It’s too long for me, too. I have no idea how I’m gonna do it.”
