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“I wouldn’t go that far,” I mutter, but I’m smiling as she climbs into my lap, my heart rate slowing. I don’t like her being mad at me, it makes my heart race and makes me feel like shit, guilt hot at the back of my head.
“You like me, Mr. Andretti,” she teases, and begins to kiss my neck.
Before I flip her over and start biting the back of her neck, I feel my cheeks flush, and I’m not much of a blusher.
She's not able to talk much after that, thank God.
* * *
It takestwo weeks to run out of supplies, and there’s still no word about Marco. I’m getting more and more nervous that he’s out there somewhere, biding his time. He would have had to get a new car, and that would have maybe taken a few days, seeing as he’s a wanted man, but too much time has passed with no word.
The man isn’t a ghost, for god’s sake. He’s Marco Barone, and he’s a hothead. He should be making waves by now.
I talk to Dante every day, and eventually, to Francesca.
“Let me talk to Aurora,” she demands.
“Good to hear from you too, sis,” I drawl.
“Put her on the phone,” she demands again, and I sigh.
“She’s sleeping,” I tell her.
“You better be taking care of her,” she barks.
“I’m fine,” I say flatly. “Thanks for asking.”
“Iknowyou’re fine, you’re too stubborn to die, but Aurora... she witnessed something really fucked up, Nico. You have to keep an eye on her.”
“I am,” I say, looking out to the pool where Aurora is sitting at the edge, dipping her toes in the water. My eyes are very much on her and that bikini I’ve untied with my teeth about a dozen times now.
“Have her call me back when she gets up,” Francesca insists.
“All right, all right. You doing okay?” I ask her, genuinely wanting to know.
“I’m fine,” she says. “Like you, too stubborn to die.”
I snort out a laugh. “Fair enough.”
I hang up the phone and walk over to Aurora, sitting next to her at the pool.
“Francesca wants you to call her,” I tell her, and Aurora looks at me, her eyes lighting up.
“Can I?” she asks, as if she needs my permission, and I smile and nod.
“Just call Dante’s number, ask for her,” I tell her, and she bounces up and runs toward the lawn chair I’ve left my phone on.
She’s way too cute, and I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I shouldn’t be smiling at her as she bounces into the kitchen.
I shouldn’t be looking at her this way at all, but what else do I have to do?
Like I said to Dante, Iamstuck with her, even if I don’t mind it so much anymore.
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AURORA
“Francesca?” I ask when Dante puts her on the phone.
