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“Right.” He shook his head to dispel his sudden case of mutism. “I know you said you don’t want anything from that place. But...” He trailed off, suddenly feeling unsure. Maybe he was overstepping?
“Roman?” She looked curious rather than upset. “What is it?”
“When I questioned your parents, I didn’t just ask them for information about Godfrey. I also asked about, well...” He reached down, picking up the item nervously. “This.”
Angela gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Her eyes looked huge as they took in the battered leather medical bag. Roman watched her carefully as he handed it over, praying he hadn’t made a huge mistake.
Her hands were reverent as they traced over the name burned into the leather. “You took this from the house when you were there?”
“Yes.” It was all he was capable of replying.
“This is the medical bag my grandmother gave me. You remembered,” she breathed.
“Of course. I remember everything you say,” he assured her.
She clutched the bag to her chest. “I never thought I’d see this again. This means more than I can say. Thank you so much.”
Roman finally relaxed, exhaling the breath he’d been holding. “You’re welcome.”
Angela crooked her finger at him. “Come here.”
He smiled and braced his hands on either side of her, leaning down to accept the languid kiss.
“I don’t have anything to give you,” she whispered against his lips.
He chuckled a little, shaking his head. She was ridiculous sometimes. “Mio angelo, you’ve already given me more than I could hope for in this world. You.”
“You’re so corny.” Angela snorted and rolled her eyes but Roman could see she was pleased.
He dipped his head to kiss her again but ended up with a mouth full of fur. Smith had jumped between them. “Way to cockblock,” he muttered, pushing the cat away. But he wouldn’t be moved.
“I think he likes it here,” Angela said with a smile.
“He’s sitting in your lap,” Roman noted. “Of course he likes it there.”
Angela grinned. “There’s no need for jealousy. Here, there’s plenty of room for you on this side.”
Roman wiped the pout off his face, planning to lay on the couch and put his head in Angela’s lap. But before he could, Wesson took his place. “What is this? A conspiracy? What happened to bros before hoes?” he demanded of the cats.
Angela’s resounding laugh soothed Roman’s crushed ego. Mostly.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Angela hugged the medical bag to her chest. She never thought she would see it again. Even though it was just a thing, her heart had hurt over the years, knowing it was forever lost to her. But now she had it back. Thanks to Roman.
He could be sweet and proclaim that she was enough all he liked, but she wasn’t satisfied with that. The scales were decidedly unbalanced in her opinion. The man had given her a family and a love she never knew existed. He hunted down the flesh and blood monsters from her nightmares and made them pay. He moved her in to a beautiful home, filled with luxury. And what did she do?
I give good head jobs, she thought, snickering a little.
But, that morning, the day after Roman surprised her with the medical bag, Angela thought she may have found a way to repay him. Or at least, surprise him. She only hoped it was a welcome surprise.
Making her way to the kitchen, she found him barefooted in jeans, scrambling eggs. He was a decent cook, she acknowledged, leaning against the doorframe to watch the show. He was shirtless, and he’d yet to shave, leaving his jawline with a sexy shadow. The muscles in his back flexed as he whipped the fork through the eggs almost violently. The cats wove their way through his legs, nearly tripping him and receiving a scolding. It was quickly followed by an inquiry as to their health, making Angela sigh. He was the sweetest.
His head raised and his gaze met hers unerringly, as if he knew she was there all along. He smiled beautifully at her. “Good morning.”
“Bon giornu,” she replied in Sicilian, before asking him how he slept in the same language. The surprise on his face was almost laughable.
“That was Sicilian,” Roman stated, egg falling from the fork and splattering to the floor. He didn’t seem to notice.
