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“There’s always the alternative if you just keep your mind open.”
He was referring to our last visit to a restaurant, when I was so engorged, I had to lock myself in the bathroom to pump myself manually into the toilet.
He very kindly offered to drink the wasted milk. I wasn’t even sure he was entirely kidding.
“Our plan sounds cryptic.” I arched an eyebrow.
“Perhaps, but it’s fun.”
He took Joshua from me, securing him in his baby seat before opening the car door for me.
I got my driver’s license shortly after I’d moved back in with Wolfe. He was not the happiest to have me behind the wheel, or in a vehicle at all for that matter, while pregnant and at odds with my father. Too worried about the baby and me.
But he also knew I needed my freedom.
After taking a lengthy nap, I slipped into an elegant red dress. Wolfe drove us to Little Italy with Clara and Sterling staying with the kids. I wore matching matte red lipstick and a smile that didn’t waver.
Despite supporting my husband’s ambitions, I couldn’t deny my delight to hear he’d cancelled his flight to DC to spend more time with us.
We stopped in front of our Italian restaurant, Pasta Bella, and I unbuckled, about to get out.
My husband had purchased Mama’s Pizza not too long after my father had been convicted of attempted murder. He gutted and refurbished it, liquidating the dark memories the walls and cracks inside it harbored.
It was just another dinner date, then. Nice and cozy. A chance to unwind and maybe drink a glass of wine. Wolfe put a hand on my thigh.
“Confession time.”
“We just left the church, Wolfe.”
“The only person I owe an explanation to is you.”
“Tell me.” I smiled.
“Angelo is about to announce his engagement to a girl he met at the accounting firm he works at.” Wolfe ran his fingers along my arm, cocking his head in the restaurant’s direction. “He’s a little tight on money, so he reached out to ask if he could have it here. I said yes. My ulterior motive? I know that you’ve been feeling a little guilty, so I wanted you to see that he is fine.”
My lips fell open in shock.
In the months and years after I found out that I was pregnant with Emmie, I often agonized over the fact that Angelo hadn’t moved on.
He didn’t have a girlfriend or date anyone seriously.
Shortly before he got his master’s degree, his father’s accounting firm shut down after the IRS had found that they’d been laundering money for The Outfit in the millions.
Mike Bandini was firmly tucked away in prison now, serving twenty years.
Angelo was still on good terms with his parents from what my mother had told me—he certainly took care of his mama and brothers—but he had officially cut all ties with The Outfit.
It had been months since I’d asked Mama about him, and I guess he’d finally found someone.
Wolfe stared at me, trying to gauge my reaction. I could tell he didn’t want to upset me, but I could also tell that he really wanted me not to have an overemotional reaction one way or the other.
Angelo was, and always would be, a sensitive subject in our marriage. I sliced him open by kissing Angelo in front of the entire world. He forgave, but I couldn’t expect him to forget.
I cracked a smile, yanking my husband into a hug.
“Thank you. That makes me so happy for him. And for me, too.”
“God, you’re perfect,” my husband muttered, sealing our conversation with a kiss. “I took you hoping for vengeance. I never thought I’d receive something so much more powerful. Love.”
