Chapter 47 She's On My Mind

Madonna Saint Elise POV

She responds: What? Me: Why are you up at this hour?

Paula: I was snacking. Why are you up at this hour?

I didn’t know she had a middle-of-the-night appetite, but maybe it’s a thing with chefs. I reply:

Walk of shaming it back across town.

My phone instantly rings. I laugh, needing the lightheartedness right now. “Hello?”

“Do tell.”

“Two words.” I track my gaze to the driver, who seems too occupied in his own world to be concerned with mine. Whispering, I say, “Joemar. Russo.”

“Holy sh—”

“I know.”

“How the hell did that happen? What happened to he’s horrible, and I hate him and all that talk about rude, offensive, frustrating?” She takes a breath and adds, “Attractive.”

“Absurdly so. Yeah, I remember, and I’m eating my words now.”

“What else were you eating last night?”

A bubble of laughter escapes me. “Pizza. That’s it.”

She fake yawns, and then she laughs. “Boring. Tell me the good stuff.”

I stare out the window and begin to recognize that I’m getting close t