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“Probably.”
“Who?”
Severio sighs, and it sounds painful. “I’ll tell you another time.”
We continue to stroll at his pace. While Corrado marches, Severio walks, regally, with his shoulders pulled back and his head facing forward, even though I have a feeling he’s scanning all the surroundings.
“If people are watching, it’s better to blend in, so a street full of people would be better, no?” I ask.
“You walked to Frenchy’s alone.”
I don’t tug him this time when I stop. He stops and doesn’t turn.
“You couldn’t have known I was going to Frenchy’s.”
“Hence the closing of the entire street.” With his back to me, he wiggles his fingers. “Come on.”
I put my hand in his. We shouldn’t be holding hands, but we are, and the feeling of doing something bad or forbidden secretly makes it that much more exciting. Maybe that girl who wanted to be a pirate is still inside me. It wouldn’t surprise me if Severio could bring out the baddy side of me. “Thank you for the gesture,” I say, “but I’ve walked this street alone a million times.”
“I know you have.”
“Then you know I’m safe.”
“Not tonight and not from me.”
“I don’t know what to make of that,” I say.
“You’ll know soon enough.”
We reach the house, and I stop at the steps before the door of the main house.
“This is where we part.” I hook a thumb over my shoulder. “I’ll walk around back.”
With a smile, Severio sweeps one arm under my knees and one under my back. I yelp and throw my arms around his neck as he picks me up and starts to climb the steps.
“Your wounds will bleed,” I tell him.
“I’ll plug them back up.”
“You’ll undo all the days of rest and have to start healing again.”
Severio pushes the door, but it’s locked from the inside. Before we wake up Drago, I dig into my purse and produce a key. Somehow, I find the lock, and we stumble into the foyer. I expect Severio to put me down, but he keeps walking.
Right past Drago.
“Hey,” I call out to the man. “You could’ve opened the door for us.”
“No fun in that.” Drago closes the door and, locks it, then shuts off the foyer lights.
The darkness is starting to make me apprehensive. Severio heads for the guest quarters at the front of the house.
“That’s not the west wing,” I say.
“I know.” Severio walks into the room and drops me onto the bed. I look around and recognize the guest master bedroom. It already smells like him.
He pulls off his shirt and starts to unbutton his pants. In seconds, he slips them off and stands there in boxers, with patches over his bullet wounds.
Severio prowls over me.
