I have a quiz due by midnight and a paper I need to submit, and I have a shift I need to work later. But right now, the only thing I’m focusing on is taking a quick shower because as much as I love Leo, I don’t love the smell of throw-up that is no doubt lingering on me.
With the baby monitor set on the counter so I can see and hear him in case he throws up or wakes up, I strip out of the vomit-filled clothes and toss them into the hamper.
Then I jump in the shower, scrubbing every part of me and my hair—twice. Once I’m clean and the vomit smell has been replaced with the scent of vanilla, I turn the water off and reach for my towel, only to be met with nothing.
“Shit.” I was in the middle of doing my laundry, and I threw my towels into the washer since I generally don’t shower during the day.
I glance around for anything I can use, but aside from the throw-up-covered clothes, there’s nothing.
“Welp, guess I’m going to have to make a run for it.”
The moment I step out of the shower and open the bathroom door, I’m hit with the cold air. I take a deep breath and then sprint through my room and into the hallway to grab a towel from Lorenzo’s bathroom since his room is closest to mine.
As I carefully race down the hallway, trying not to slip and kill myself, water drips down my body and onto the floor, and I wonder if there would’ve been a better way of going about this, but since I’m already halfway there, I keep going.
I make it into Lorenzo’s room and grab one of his towels when I hear my cell phone ring.
“Shit!” I hiss, not bothering to wrap the towel around me as I race back to my bathroom to answer it.
After the morning Leo had, the last thing either of us needs is his nap being cut short.
“Hello?” I breathe out, not bothering to see who’s calling.
“Why the fuck are you running around my house naked?”
“Lorenzo?”
17
Lorenzo
“We’re going to need to get together with the inspector. Set up a meeting and make sure it’s on my calendar.”
My assistant, Kathleen, nods, and everyone files out of my office, except for Kane, Dominick, and Matteo since we’re having lunch brought in.
“I’m going to check on Peyton before lunch gets here,” Dominick says.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, she texted that Damien came home from school early, not feeling well.”
“How’s it going with your new wife?” Matteo asks with a smirk, no doubt remembering my antics when I was buzzed at the casino the other night.
“I was actually thinking about asking her out,” I admit.
Matteo’s eyes go wide, and I wait for him to tell me that’s a bad idea. He never held back how he felt about Hillary when we were together.
“Yeah? Well, normally, I’d say you shouldn’t risk it with that bitch on the loose,” Matteo says, “but I actually wanted to talk to you about that.”
“Wait. You’re not going to tell me going out with her is a bad idea?”
Matteo shrugs. “Dani likes her.”
“Bri does too,” Kane chimes in. “She’s making her some pregnancy dress or some shit.”
“Did you forget that she drugged me and then conned me into marrying and fucking her?” I point out.
“Her back was against the wall,” Matteo replies, shocking the hell out of me. “But if you have a problem with what she did, why are you thinking about asking her out on a date?”