"Are they possessed?" Enrico asked Sam.
"They're trying to talk me into planting flowers instead of vegetables?" Sam explained.
"Just do it. Do whatever they want before their heads start spinning around," Enrico told him. At that, the girls looked up at him questioningly and he stepped back from them.
The dogs ran by and got the girls' attention, and Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is it safe?" Wyatt asked as he came over to stand next to Mitch.
"Enrico rescued your fiancé," Mitch informed him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Sam and Enrico were now caught up in a discussion with Mrs. Del Rio.
"Ah. You call him Enrico?" Wyatt said like that was significant for some reason.
"That's his name," Mitch stated. He was suddenly having to explain himself when it came to Enrico, and he felt intensely uncomfortable.
"And to think I objected when Sam called him Rico," Wyatt said with a shake of his head.
"Why would you object?" Mitch wondered.
"I was jealous. But it turns out calling him Rico means nothing. Enrico sounds much sexier," Wyatt said with a wicked grin.
Mitch almost asked him if he was implying something, but he really didn't want to know. As Wyatt walked away, Mitch turned to find Enrico standing behind him and giving him an ironic smile.
"See how that backfired on you?" Enrico said.
"What did?" Mitch asked, but he could guess what he meant.
"You wanted to create some distance between us by calling me Enrico, but you ended up just making it more sexy," Enrico pointed out.
"How did Wyatt know there was something going on between us?" Mitch asked. He tried not to make it sound like an accusation, but Enrico took it that way anyway.
"Maybe you gave away our dirty secret because you have a terrible poker face," Enrico shot back.
"Never mind," Mitch said but Enrico still looked angry and refused to drop it.
"So it bothers you that much that someone might know we sucked each other off a few times. Like that's some big fucking deal," Enrico said between gritted teeth, making sure to keep his voice low.
"It's not to you, I guess," Mitch knew he sounded and looked hurt.
Enrico gave him a challenging glare. "So you want it to mean something, but you don't want anyone to know about it?"
"I didn't say that," Mitch said defensively.
"No, because you don't know what the fuck you want," Enrico spat out.
Mitch looked away from him and noticed how the breeze had picked up and the air had cooled. Above them, gray clouds were moving fast and smothering the sky. "It looks like it might rain. We should be going," Mitch said.
The weather did look like it would turn rough, but it was just an excuse. He couldn't get into that kind of discussion with Enrico.
He collected Sammy, said goodbye to Wyatt and Sam and drove off, but he couldn't stop regretting how the evening ended. He hated it, but maybe it was inevitable that they would clash. And Enrico was right. Mitch had no clue what he wanted other than Enrico within easy reach, arms locked around him, breathing against him.
Chapter 19
It rained all night long, and in the morning Rico drove through a soggy landscape under a still gloomy and gray sky. He parked in front of the Dunbar house and didn't even get the chance to knock before Sammy opened the door for him. "Morning, Rico," she said.
"Morning, Sammy. I guess your dad is cooking breakfast," Rico said as he smelled bacon frying.
"No. It's Gloria's aunt. She's making a man breakfast," Sammy said and Rico felt like he had been punched in the gut.
