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“You can’t know that.”
“But I do,” he said. “I know what I’m doing.”
“All right, but—”
“No buts.”
She huffed at the interruption and completely ignored him. “But why do you bring it places like here? I get that you need it for work, but why when you’re with me?”
He shrugged. “You never know when something might happen.”
“So? You never know when it might rain, but I don’t see you carrying an umbrella everywhere just in case.”
He chuckled at the absurdity of the comparison, even though she was completely serious. “The weatherman usually warns me when that’s gonna happen.”
“And you don’t get warnings? Corrado doesn’t tell you when something’s going to happen? What happened to intuition?”
“Well, yeah, but I can’t always plan. Sometimes I only have time to react.”
She thought he was paranoid. Christ, he probably was paranoid, but rightfully so. He knew how ruthless the streets could be and if she were thinking clearly, she would see it too. He understood, though. His life still scared her. Hell, it scared Carmine just as much, but the best way to deal was to always be prepared.
And regardless of what she insisted, sometimes you had to be mean to make it. It was how the game was played. If you aren’t the predator, you end up the prey.
“Besides,” he added, “last I checked, a little rain couldn’t kill you.”
“But lightning can if it’s a storm.”
“And you think an umbrella would help you in that case?” he asked, throwing one of her earlier arguments back at her.
He waited for her to respond, figuring she would have something to say, but all he got was silence—completely tense, unnerving, motherfucking silence.
“Do you trust me?” he asked after a moment, knowing they were at an impasse and getting nowhere fast.
“Yes.”
“Then trust me about this, okay? We can argue about trees and phrases and any other thing you feel passionate about, but just give me this.”
She sighed, frustrated, but he knew that sound meant she was giving in. “Fine, but I get to pick where we go tonight.”
He frowned. “Yeah, about that . . .”
It was a Friday, which had become their day. Their schedules conflicted a lot, with her in school and Carmine out doing whatever he was told to do, but Friday nights were the exception. It was when the two of them got to be together and do the things normal couples did, like seeing movies and going to fairs. It was the one night a week when they put everything aside, when they didn’t have to think about the chaos in their lives, and they could finally just be.
Corrado seemed to understand, so he usually left Carmine alone that day. Usually being the key word. Sometimes he threw a wrench in their plans.
ne chuckled under his breath and strolled over to her. She stiffened when she sensed him, taking a deep breath before relaxing again. “How long have you been here?”
“A little while,” he responded, placing his hands on her hips. He pulled her body back against his and leaned down, nuzzling into her neck. “How did you know it was me?”
“I smelled you,” she replied casually.
His brow furrowed. “Are you saying I stink?”
She laughed and nudged Carmine playfully as she turned around. “Of course not. You smell good, you know that.”
“Yeah, I do.” He smirked. “Like motherfucking sunshine, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t get cocky.”
