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“It’s morning.” I shrug.
“I know.”
“I mean…”
“I know, Dom. Don’t worry, I don’t think it’s because of me.”
But it is because of her.
“What’s going on with your parents?”
“Sorry if I woke you. A pipe burst or something at my parents’ store. They’re frantic. My dad’s trying to figure out what the issue is, but we all know he isn’t a fix-it man and I have this—”
“I’ll go.” I push up off the doorframe.
“No!” She stands and shakes her head violently. “I can handle it. I woke you. Go back to bed.”
“I’m not going back to bed, and I have no pressing meetings today. I can do it.”
Her shoulders slump. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s Monday. You’re usually all chipper on Monday mornings to start your week.”
God, she does know me well.
“It’s fine. Call your ma and tell her I’ll be there in an hour. My dad has a friend who’s a plumber, so I’ll call in a favor.”
“You’re a lifesaver.” She rushes toward me and throws her arms around my neck.
My arms beg me to pull her close, wrap around her and don’t let her go. But I stand there until she feels awkward that I’m not hugging her back and that my hard dick is pressing into her stomach.
“Sorry. Thank you.”
“No problem.” I head into my room to change and call my dad about his friend so I can get the fuck out of here before I storm into her room and show her the only thing that will quench my dick—her.
An hour later, I’m back in Brooklyn. I walk into the corner store, and sure enough, my dad’s friend is already there. It’s good to have a big family with connections.
“Dominic!” Giada runs toward me.
The water damage is somewhat extensive. Two aisles full of food have wet drywall caked all over them, and the ceiling is open where the weight of the soaked drywall fell through.
“Hi, Mrs. Cavallo. Wow, this is bad.” My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I ignore it.
“I know, I know. Valentina had that meeting and I know it’s important, but this…” She puts her hands out, signaling the mess. “It’s a lot. We’ll have to throw away and restock.”
The sadness is clear in her tone and her face. If I stay here, this will be an all-day venture. I can already hear Mr. Cavallo micromanaging my dad’s friend. I’ll have to help them clean up then figure this out. I look down at my suit.
Fuck.
My phone vibrates again. I put my finger up and step away, pulling my phone from my pocket and seeing my office number. “I’ll be right back.” I answer the call. “Ash, did you get my message?”
“Yes, I got your message. You forgot about your meeting, I’m assuming?”
“Meeting?”
“The meeting that was rescheduled on Friday? The one where you’re supposed to present the portfolio?”
“Shit,” I murmur.
Mrs. Cavallo is thankfully trying to take care of a customer now, filling them in on what happened and what won’t be available today.
