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It’s bad enough I’m here. No sane person would do this.
Good men don’t do shit like this. Villains do.
They defy the rules to take what they want.
I wanted this moment. Now that I have it, I realize that warning I gave her wasn’t meant for her. It was for me, because I’m not sure I have the ability anymore to leave her alone.
I don’t want to.
ChapterFifteen
Serenity
Harper and I are having dinner at our favorite pizzeria.
She’s leaving for Australia in a few days for her first assignment.
Dad is leaving for Japan in a few days, too, but him going away isn’t the same as Harper.
Although she’s talking and I’ve zoned out again, staring at the mural behind her of a lush Italian countryside, I happen to really need her company right now.
I haven’t been able to forget what happened the other night at the club with Dante.
Every moment I spent with him is still riveted to my mind, but the warning to never see him again has overshadowed everything else.
Such a warning would suggest he wouldn’t see me either.
So, why did it feel like he was watching me last night?
I woke this morning with the feeling of his presence surrounding me, and I haven’t been able to shake it from my soul.
I told Harper everything that happened yesterday. As in everything thatreallyhappened. Not the part about me thinking Dante was watching me.
I’ve always been grateful that Harper is the kind of friend you can literally tell everything, but even with that, I know some things are better left unsaid.
Especially if I don’t entirely dislike the idea that he might have been.
Oh my God.Really, Serenity?I can’t believe I just thought that.
I should be freaked out if it’s true.
“Girl.” Harper snaps her fingers in front of my face and giggles. “You’re doing it again.”
I sit up straighter and blink several times. “I’m so sorry, what were you saying?”
Instead of laughing like she normally would, she offers me a sympathetic smile. “It’s okay. I was talking about kangaroos. You’ve always thought they were cute, so I thought it would take your mind off he-who-shall-not-be-named.”
I smile at that. “Thanks. And you can say his name. It’s fine. He hasn’t done anything to me.”
“You’re hurt. It’s enough.” She pouts and I frown. She’s right. I am hurt.
What are the chances that the first guy I meet in a long time who I actually like turns out to be him? Why wouldn't he want to see me again when we had such fire and chemistry between us? He warned me away from him.
Was it because of the danger I sensed in him?
He told me he wasn’t a good man, so maybe I’m right about the mafia.
I don’t know.
