“What kinds?” she asked as she took another step.
“Huh?”
“You said there were different kinds of chocolate.”
He tugged her arm, gently pulling her closer. “You’ll have to come in to find out.”
“White chocolate?” she asked as she took yet another step.
He’d pushed the door wide open and was standing in the doorway.
“No. Do you like white chocolate?”
She shook her head. “No. Okay, I’ll come in. But just for a minute. You can let go now.”
He frowned. “Huh?”
She glanced down at his hand around her wrist.
“Oh.”
He let go, and she entered.
“White chocolate’s not really chocolate,” he said as the door shut behind her. “Why do they even call it chocolate?”
He’s. So. Sweet.
Is he really?
This sweet?
He grinned with hooded eyes as he brushed past her. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any handcuffs in the bedroom.”
Apparently not.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ROCCO AND NICO
Rocco stuffed another piece of chocolate in his mouth and watched Nico as she examined the box. He had more than one question he wanted to ask her. He’d start with the one she was most likely to answer—or at least answer truthfully, he thought.
“How do you do that?” he asked after licking his fingers free of chocolate.
“Do what?” she asked.
She was still surveying the box.
“Do you like dulce de leche?” he asked.
“Yes,” she exclaimed, nodding with energy.
“This one,” Rocco said, taking a piece of dark chocolate out of its black paper cup and handing it to her. “How do you drink like that and look like you do? I mean, not be shitfaced like me.”
She bit into the chocolate. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
What did she mean?
“Where’d you grow up?” he asked.
