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He thoughtfully dried his hands, his lips pressing into a hard line.
“Forget I said anything.”
I’d just settled into bed when I got a call from an unsaved number on the burner Marco had given me.
“Hello?”
“Sasha?”
“Luca,” I shouted as I sat up, knocking Ryan off my stomach. Petting him in apology, I grinned. “How are you?” Luca laughed, and I rolled my eyes. “Right. You’re in jail, so not great.”
“I’m doing exponentially better than I was before yesterday.”
“Oh. You mean when your amazing wife busted in that joint, set you straight, rocked your world, and officially hired a PI to find our missing friends?”
Luca chuckled. “Malcolm agreed?”
“That he did. So now we have plans A, B, and C to get you out.”
“You’re amazing.”
I fell back into my pillows with a sigh. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”
“Fern came back today to apologize and show me the prosecution’s first draft of a deal.”
“Fuck that deal. Either we handle that little rat bastard and they come home, or we find them and drag them back. Fern’s just there as window dressing at this point.”
“I’m sure she’d love to hear that.” Luca’s deep voice vibrated through my phone, and I closed my eyes, savoring it. “I miss you.”
I rolled to my side. “I miss you too, but I have a confession.”
“What is it?” Luca’s voice held a hint of worry.
“I don’t miss your rules for the bathroom.”
Luca laughed loudly.
“You would be horrified to see how many things I leave on the counter every night.”
“The horror,” he said, his voice light. “And I can assume you’re leaving dishes in the sink?”
“Most of the time, yes, but not tonight.”
Luca gasped. “Are you telling me that Sasha Mitchell did the dishes after a meal? A meal with guests, no less?”
“That I did, but I had some help.”
“Frankie?”
“Marco.”
“No way,” Luca said loudly, then lowered his voice. “He hates doing the dishes. When we were kids, his dad put him on dishes at the restaurant, and he swore he’d never do another dish.”
“I rinsed, and he loaded. Pretty impressive, huh?”
“Indeed. What else? Tell me everything.”
For the next ten minutes, I filled him in on everything I’d done that day, down to how many sprigs of thyme I used for the pot roast.
