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“Strangely, I can’t think straight at the moment.” His voice is thick with pleasure and an impending release.
“I wonder why?”
My body heat has risen to like a million degrees. As he moves more quickly, I do the same. Until I feel the spasms start to come.Not yet.
“I can’t hold back,” I manage, licking my lips and willing him to finish.
“Enzo,” I fairly beg.
He doesn’t need much more prompting. Enzo cries out, dipping his head back, and I swear I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life. Never mind my arm is sore from holding the phone at just the right angle. My spasms come in quick succession, and I withdraw my hand and let the aftereffects claim me.
When they do, I open my eyes . . . which is when I realize I’d shut them.
“Hold on a sec,” he says.
He sets the phone down, heading to his bathroom to clean up, I expect, and although I should probably do the same, I don’t. I lie back on my mattress, content to let my extra soft pillows claim me as I watch the dark screen. Waiting for him to appear.
“You look relaxed,” Enzo says when he finally returns.
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmur, content just to stare at him for a bit longer. “I wish you were here.”
“So do I, tiger. Want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?”
“It’s up to you,” I say, more tired than I was when we got on the phone for sure. I still have to wash my face and brush my teeth. But I do neither of those things.
“I’ll stay,” he says. “Close your eyes, Char.”
I do, saying in my head what I can’t yet say out loud.
Goodnight, Enzo. I love you.
34
Chari
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap.
Lisa and I sit in our usual spot next to the window in The Wheelhouse bakery. The view is magnificent today. Snow is piled on top of the waterwheel, and it also lines the creek running alongside it. Bridgewater came to life after the snow stopped, but business is still slower than usual for a Sunday morning. After all, everyone still had to shovel out from just under fifteen inches of snow.
Lisa tries to snatch back her phone, which she handed to me without comment, but I don’t let her. Even though I read the article once, I need to see it again.
A picture of Enzo with an absolutely beautiful black-haired woman stares back at me. And there’s literally zero chance that I’m misreading the look on her face. She’s staring at my boyfriend,myboyfriend, as if he’s the only fucking guy in the entire world.
A Billionaire’s Night Out
Enzo DeLuca and Hayden Tanner regularly frequent the small but well-known Italian eatery Faustini’s. The owner’s daughter, Giovanna Faustini, pictured with the chemist behind Angel, Inc., hints at a special relationship that keeps both DeLuca and his partner coming back each week.
I look up. “Special relationship?”
Finally successful in reclaiming her phone, Lisa tucks it back into her purse, going so far as to zip it. Of course, if I wanted to, I could find the sameNew York Poststory myself. But I have no desire to stare at the woman in the picture any longer than necessary.
“Explain to me how this is different than when Enzo jumped to conclusions after Gian saw you with Rob?”
I open my mouth to deliver a retort before realizing that the situations are, essentially, exactly the same. So I smartly shovel in a mouthful of eggs instead of replying.
“I’m sure it’s exactly how it looks.”
I swallow. “Like Enzo is very cozy with a bombshell attorney who hints at a ‘special relationship’ with him?”
