I stare, aghast, at my smiling husband. “Chris!” I shout, leaning forward to smack him on the shoulder. “Don’t look so excited about that, you idiot!”Christian bursts out laughing and leans forward, grabbing me and pulling me out of my chair, into his lap. “What? I can’t get excited at the prospect
Dusk is falling a few hours later when I pull the car up to the beach house and flick off the old-school navigation system, completely separate from the new burner phone Chrisitian gave me and untraceable.I heave a happy little sigh as I pull up to the secret little beach house, pleased to be here.
“Nothing’s going on here,” Nico snaps, turning and heading out the door without another word or look at me. “We’ll be in touch! Don’t leave the property!”“Yeah, yeah!” Frankie calls after Nico before turning to me and rolling his eyes. “He talks to me like I’m eight.”“Well,” I say, crossing my arm
The food, as I knew it would be, is delicious – and Frankie, despite his complaints about being obliged to help me cook, eats every bite and goes back for seconds. I grin as I watch him clean his plate, knowing that he only complained to make me laugh.He’s so good at that, making me laugh. Knowing
Anxiety wells in me because – I mean, he can’t be saying what I think he’s saying, right? No – I’m just thinking that because I’m impossibly vain and selfish.When really – there is another part of Frankie’s history that I’m willfully ignoring – one that apparently went much deeper than just a simpl
I sit up a little, my spine stiffening as my heart leaps right to Frankie’s defense. Lucy – she gave all of that up? Because her parents were mad?“How did she meet Tony?” I ask quietly.“Her parents set it up,” he replies, lifting his eyes to meet mine. “And – I mean, it was the right move by her p
“What?” I ask, sitting up straight a little, not understanding. What does Frankie mean, it wasn’t the same? Lucy picked Tony, and now I’m married to Christian! Of course it was the same!Frankie drops his hand to the couch and shakes his head at me. “Listen, Bambina, I know that we’re doing this who
“I’ll get the coffee started!” I call cheerfully, moving for the coffee machine and pulling down two mugs as Frankie moves steadily outside, eager to meet his buddies and get the news.I pull the carafe off of the heating plate but barely have time to pour two cups of black coffee before I hear heav