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We leave the gym and head downtown to grab some lunch. I’m starving and I’m sure Josephine is too, seeing as we skipped breakfast at the diner to go for a long run on the trail. Not our fault we ended up against the same boulder that bonded us nine weeks ago—a little nostalgic sex was definitely what we both needed to relieve the stress Jacob has added to our lives.
“I want tacos,” Josephine pipes up as we walk along.
“Sounds good to me.” I take our linked hands and raise her hand to my lips for a peck.
“Okay, but we need to hurry and get back to the house. I need to shower before my fitting,” she reminds me.
“No problem. We’ll get home, clean up, and I’ll take you.”
“Um, no, you will not take me. You can’t see me in my dress.”
“Fake wedding, fake wedding dress. The rules don’t apply,” I say with finality. There’s no way in hell I’m going to separate myself from her.
She stops walking and drops my hand. “I’d be fine with the arrangement if it was only the fake dress, but this includes therealdress, too.”
I groan and rub both my hands up my face and into my hair. The rule is she must have someone with her at all times. All my men are on assignment. “You know this means I have to ask Lorenzo for a guard for you then, right?”
Josephine mimics my actions by running her own hands over her face. “Gah! Why? Can’t I go in by myself, and have you stand outside keeping watch?”
I give her the deadpan look I usually give when I mean business. “You know it isn’t an option, right? You need someone there at all times.”
Josephine’s eyes roll to the back of her head. “I fucking hate Jacob. This is all his fault,” she whines.
“Damn right it is,” I agree. “How about we grab Tiny Tony and I go with. I’ll be outside waiting, while he goes in with you.”
Josephine’s face puckers. “Can we use someone other than Tiny Tony?”
“I thought you liked Tiny Tony?”
“I do. Out of Lorenzo’s goons, I like Tony the most—he’s a decent guy. But I don’t want another incident where he threatens an innocent bystander.”
“Lucky Luca?” Our options are limited with Lorenzo’s henchmen. He will only use his personal best as security for Josephine. I guess I should be grateful for it, but I question his ulterior motive.
Josephine shivers. “Um, no, he’s worse.”
Yeah, he is worse.“Pretty Paolo then.”
“What the hell is with all the awful mafioso names? No, I don’t want Pretty Paolo. He scares the living daylights out of me.”
“Tiny Tony it is then,” I say pulling out my phone.
