“Now, I’m going to go home and get some sleep so I can blow your mind tomorrow.” She smirks and winks at me.
Well, now I’m defiantly a goner.
Then she leans forward, kissing me like it’s the last time she ever will. Her tongue slides across my lip, hinting at me to open up for her, and I do. Her tongue is just as aggressive as the hard press of her lips.
Commanding.
Dominating.
And oh-so-fucking hot.
Then she pulls back with a heated stare. “Talk to you soon, Chris.”
She disappears into the night like a siren.
Was she really ever here? Or am I that hard up for her that I’m dreaming complex scenarios now?
Nope, the plan she came up with is pretty damn real.
Shit.
What was I thinking, letting her wiggle her way into this mess?
Chapter 10
Nova
Five days after The Kiss, as I’m now referring to it, I’m meeting Chris at a restaurant I’ve never been to. I do know that Oscar Cano owns it, though.
I don’t know what all Chris has told Oscar—if he knows about the plan, or if I’m secretly involved and only Chris knows. We’ve both been busy and have only spoken in order to schedule this meeting—date—thing.
When I walk into Betty Lane’s, I immediately have to hide my eye roll. No one could ever accuse Cano of being subtle. The same 1920s’ style that is popular at Bella’s is even more obvious here. It’s as if a speakeasy time traveled, landing in New Rochelle like it’s actually New York City.
A large body stands up toward the back of the restaurant, momentarily distracting me.
Chris.
“Hey, stranger.” I saunter up to him.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He leans down and presses a chaste kiss to my cheek. Chris pulls out the chair next to him and gestures for me to sit down.
“I’ve never been here before.” I smile at him.
“The pasta is very good.” A voice from behind me sends chills down my spine.
The smile on my face drops immediately.
“Nova, I’ve heard so much about you. And you are doing well at Bella’s, no?”
My eyes shift between the two men. A sense of betrayal from Chris seeps into my soul. A warning would have been appreciated so I could mentally prepare to be this close to the man who caused my brother’s death.
Cano pulls out the seat next to me and sits down.
Holy shit, I’m sitting next to Oscar Cano.
This is the closest I’ve ever come to the man. My hand itches to grab the knife from the table and aim for the jugular. But a poorly thought-out plan will only end badly for me; I know that. Clenching my fists tight is the only thing I can do to not act impulsively.
“Nova, you know Oscar,” Chris says. His eyes are trying to send me a message that I couldn’t decipher on my best days.
