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“What?”
“The next time you bring this up, I’ll feed your tongue to you.”
He makes a hissing sound as he sucks in a breath.
“You know I don’t make empty threats.”
“Yes, I know that.”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“I’ll be in touch.” I snap my finger, and Vance hangs up.
Chapter Twenty
FRANCESCA
“Imiss home, but hubby and I will be in New York in a few days.”
Louisa gasps. “What? What did you just say?”
“I said we’ll be back home in a few days,” I say changing the TV channel while I hold the phone to my ear.
“No, not that part.”
“I miss you?”
“Not that part either,” she mutters. “Back to the part where you called Valentino your hubby.”
A blush creeps up my cheek, and I roll my eyes. “Oh my God, Louisa-”
“You’ve fallen for him, haven’t you?” She laughs. “I knew you would. That man is such a stud. If he wasn’t your husband…”
“Louisa.” I try to suppress this newfound jealousy eating at my brain of Valentino being with another woman. “He’s my husband, okay? So rein in that wild imagination of yours.”
“Fine.” She huffs. “But…er… didn’t you say I could have him at your wedding?”
When I gasp, she cackles like a hyena.
“Louisa,” I warn.
“Relax. I’m kidding, I’m kidding. There’s something I want to ask you, though.”
“What?”
“What about Thomas?”
Louisa is the closest person I have to a sister, so she’s one of the few people who knows about Thomas. I sigh. “The last time I saw him was at the wedding.”
“He was at your wedding?” Louisa screeches. “I didn’t know he was that stupid.”
“Valentino saw him and told him to scram.”
“As he should, hello! How dumb is this guy?” Louisa sneers.
“You’ve never liked him, have you?”
