Chapter 48 He's On My Mind

Joemar Russo POV

“I’m not sore anymore,” Madonna drops casually into our call.

“That’s too bad. I liked you walking around with the memory of me.” I slide lower on the bed until my head hits the pillow. “But it was a good run.”

“Trust me, I still have the memories.” She giggles, and I find myself holding the phone closer to my ear so I don’t miss any sounds. Then she says, “We need to make new memories soon. When will I see you again?”

Although I know I head home after the race on Sunday night, I have Cullen the following four nights and then Brazil after that. Fuck. I palm my brow and drag my fingers into my hair. “Other than video?”

“A new territory for us to explore soon, but I want to see you in the flesh,” she says, her voice trilling into suggestion.

“What’s your schedule?” I put her on speaker and flip over to my calendar.

“I return to New York on Thursday for a three-day press blitz and the premiere.”

“We can’t see each other then?” I can ask my mom to hang out with Cullen, ge