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Her expression and her glasses all fogged up mean I can’t help but smile, and before we know it, we’re both laughing.
I'm laughing like I just know neither of us has ever laughed before because we’ve never dared to. Or, most likely, we never found quite the right people whom we could just be ourselves with.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she finally says after we simmer down. “I just thought you should know. I’m not very experienced with all this stuff,” she adds, blushing harder until I pull her close. I pull her sweater back over her chest and peck the top of her head.
“I’m glad you told me,” I admit, figuring now’s as good a time as any for my own confession.
“I won’t lie, Jasmine. Not to you, now or ever,” I explain. “But Iwaskinda gonna let them think that you really were Maria Portello. But only long enough so we could both escape….”
Knitting her brow, I figure she’s angry, but she’s not.
Just confused.
“Why would you want to escape your own family?” she finally asks, making me feel like an idiot.
Until a few hours ago, the girl who was unemployed and about to be homeless is told someone like me wants out from their wealthy, powerful family.
It probably does sound nuts, but it’s the truth. And although I’m no good with words, I tell her as much.
“You ever…ya know. Kill anyone?” she asks once I’ve outlined my main reasons for wanting out.
I shake my head easily because it’s true.
“Nope, and I don’t plan to either. My Papa…my father,” I correct myself, so I don’t sound like a little kid when I mention him.
“He’s always thought I was a bit of a failure…I look like a mobster, but I guess I’m just not mean enough or driven enough for him to totally accept me.”
Jasmine listens thoughtfully.
“You were driven enough to risk everything to get me out of there,” she remarks.
“But that’s you. It’s what you do to me, Jasmine. What I feel between us….”
There’s a sudden flash of forked lightning, blazing the surrounding countryside to life for a few seconds.
Showing the towering black clouds that look like ink over the night sky, bringing some seriously bad weather, by the looks.
“Come on, we can’t stay here,” I tell her, starting the car, half wondering if it will even start after my heavy foot floods the gas.
But it isn’t long before we’re moving again, the two of us just traveling along a winding muddy track at night.
With a huge weight off her shoulders, and me feeling the same, both of us know we need to finish what we just started.
And that involves a hell of a lot more than me just putting a baby in her belly.
We’re gonna have my own family as well as the Portello's to contend with once they find out the real Maria Portello is safe.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Jasmine
I can tell it’s taking a lot for Rocco to put his feelings into words. Hard to think the same mouth a few hours ago was set like stone, looking like he didn’t feel anything.
Inside, I can feel the passion of the man. His true self, but I am surprised to hear him talk about getting away from his family.
Especially with me as his only luggage.
And tonight of all nights, where it looks like something out of an apocalyptic thriller.
