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“I will spoil you for one more day, and then,” he snaps his fingers, “it’s back to normal.”
“I was kidnapped four days ago.” I pick up my favorite turkey and brie sandwich and take a bite. “I’m traumatized and may never leave this room.”
“You have a shift tomorrow night at the restaurant.”
“No way.”
“Way!” Marco responds, squeezing my leg. “The longer you hide out up here, the more difficult it will be to leave.”
“Did Nadia stop by earlier? I thought I heard her voice?”
“Yes.” He shakes his head. “And I did as you asked and told her you were napping.”
“Thanks.” I set the sandwich down and nibble on one of Marco’s famous homemade parmesan potato chips. “I can’t take another lecture.”
“The girl does excel at them.” He smoothes out the blanket. “I admire her loyalty and everything, but she needs to find a hobby and back off the pulpit.”
“I know she’s coming from a good place…but I can’t hear her repeat the same thing again and again.”
“Speaking of people who repeat themselves, did you finally talk to Mom?”
“I did.”
“And?” Marco rolls his hand.
“She’s still stuck in the Bahamas because of the storm, and I told her that she didn’t need to come because my trip to Vegas is on hold.”
“Oh.”
“Are you relieved?”
“That you are staying put and will become a star employee of the restaurant?”
“I own half the place, so I’m already a star and not because I’m free labor.”
“True.” He leans over and grabs a chip. “Are you sure about skipping Vegas?”
“For now.” I study the quilted blanket my grandmother made for my sixteenth birthday. “I want to stay in our little corner of the world until I feel a little stronger.”
“Fair enough.” He straightens the blanket. “Maybe the poker thing is over, Abs. Perhaps it’s time to find a job at a brokerage firm or a venture capital startup.”
“I’m not saying no to the idea, but I’m not ready to make any major decisions.”
“Is there a little part of you hoping the Mafia prince will show up on our doorstep with a glass slipper?”
My heart suddenly feels like it’s being dragged at the end of a heavy chain. “He won’t break every rule and turn his back on the Bianchis.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I push my tray aside. “Why are you asking? I thought you were dead set against me getting involved with the Cosa Nostra.”
He puts up his hands. “I’m not suggesting marrying into thefamigliawould be good for your health, but I would be a fool to miss the fact you’ve fallen for him.”
“It’s unwise to want impossible things.”
“I could argue with you, but I won’t.”
“Thank you.” I squeeze his hand. “And I appreciate that you didn’t tell Mom about the kidnapping. She would’ve made a big deal and never stopped saying I told you so.”
