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“I have a smaller boat. If you don’t get seasick?”
She shook her head. “I’m good.”
I grinned. “Easy, then. Come by the jetty tomorrow morning. Early as you like. I’ll be up.”
“And here I thought you sounded like a party boy.” The sort of smile I wanted to kiss from her soft lips turned up at the corners.
I tried not to stare, but I knew I’d fall asleep to that memory tonight. Maybe another night if not tonight.
“I can be,” I said carefully, not wanting to lie outright. “But to be honest, I don’t enjoy it. Not always. With the boys back on campus, yeah, we can get loud,” I admitted.
“Sounds like fun.” She smiled, and I actually rocked back a step.
“Yeah. But you, Bella, I will see tomorrow. If you want?” There I went, asking questions again.
“I want,” she murmured.
“Good. Now go inside so I can see that I didn't run all the way up that hill for no reason,” I growled, swatting at her in play.
Alright, half in play because if I’d caught her when she giggled and managed to evade me, that jacket zipped between us wouldn’t have meant shit.
But giggle she did, and she ran up those two flights of stairs without me accosting her. I waited at the bottom until I heard her keys in the lock, and the light flicked on three stories above ground level.
“I’m safe. You can go to sleep now, Falcon,” she called down softly.
Not that there would be a neighbor awake to hear our little tête-à-tête.
I grinned and waved, shoving my hands into my pockets and headed back down the hill to plan tomorrow out. No part of me wanted to leave her alone tonight, and every inch of me craved to break her window open, crawl through and do terrible things with her in the dark.
Ruin the innocence that exuded from her pores. But that wasn’t who Bella was and…
Who I could be with her.
The chance to be someone more than the Don of the Gianio Familia’s son. Someone who didn’t have to worry about the underhand deals my father made tonight or what might come back to bite him tomorrow. Or spill his blood come daybreak.
Tomorrow, I could steal a single day with her, let everything go and pretend—for twelve fucking hours—not to think about who I might have to be come sunset.
Just for one damn day.
I shoved my hands into my pockets as I headed away from the house, back to the boat where my father waited, along with hers. Screw them both. I had a date to plan.
Plus, it was damn cute that she thought I’d sleep between now and seeing her again.
CHAPTER THREE
BELLA
“Where are you going?” Neil Lawrence’s eyes had deeper, darker circles beneath them than any other day this week, or this year, though I’d become used to his not so new nocturnal habits. I didn’t know what time my father came in last night, and I had learned not to ask.
Keep quiet, don’t say anything. Don't rock the boat.
Cute, considering my destination for the day.
“I’m going sailing.”
He frowned at me. “You’re not a sea girl.”
“Nope. And you’re not a night owl.” I kissed his cheek. “Bye, Dad. Will you be home tonight?”
