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"Cool," I say. I open the door but quickly turn back around. "And whatever you do, do not leave the room," I say to her. "It's very important. Don't answer the door for anyone. Not even for the food delivery. Have them leave it outside. I have my own key so no one should be knocking."
She doesn't answer me, so I close the door and walk over to her. I stand in front of her and place my hands on her shoulders.
"Please tell me you understand this."
"I do," she says.
"And that you won't try and run away," I reiterate.
"Okay."
I hold up my pinky finger.
"Pinky promise?"
"You don't really think that means anything, do you?"
"I think it means everything," I say back to her, not putting my finger down.
"Okay," she says, looping her own pinky with mine.
"Seal it with a kiss," I reply back to her.
Those beautiful hazel eyes of hers open in shock. It's obvious she doesn't understand what I mean. I bring my face forward and press my lips to my thumb. I hold myself there and wait for her to do the same.
She watches me closely and then tries it, bringing her face and those beautiful lips of hers just inches from my own.
I press my forehead to hers and breathe in her scent for just a few seconds longer than I probably should. She smells like the first blooms of Spring.
"A pinky promise is for a lifetime," I say to her. "A sealed one is eternity."
"I understand," she whispers.
"Okay," I say to her, forcing myself to move back. I raise my voice back to its normal level. "Then chill out and I'll be back in a few hours. Lock the door when I close it."
"Okay," she whispers, and I force myself to leave.
ChapterEight
"I need a favor," I say into the phone as I pull my car out of the hotel parking lot. I toss the thing onto the passenger seat in speaker mode so that I can shift gears.
"You realize that you owe me favors, not the other way around, right?"
"Yeah, but I'm the boss's kid," I retort in a lighthearted tone. "Doesn't that mean you have to do what I say?"
"Not in the slightest," Charlie replies back with a genuine chuckle. "You're still a shit kid in my eyes."
"Well, this shit kid is trying to do right by someone and could use your help."
"Ah, fuck," Charlie says. "Why you gotta go and pull at the heartstrings?"
"Everyone's got a weakness," I say. "Just so happens that that's yours. Well, that and salami."
"Pick up salami on your way to pick me up and you gotta deal."
I laugh. "Fine. I'll see you in fifteen minutes."
"That's not enough time for you to go to the butcher's shop," Charlie notes. "I don't want no Market Basket salami."
