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“That you are,” she agrees. As soon as the words leave her lips, she lifts her hand to cover a yawn.

“You’re tired.”

“Well, I didn’t get much sleep last night and the night before I didn’t get any at all.”

I grin. “It doesn’t look too promising for you tomorrow night either, so I should let you go and get some rest.”

Her eyes light up and she repositions the phone.

“What exactly do you have planned for tomorrow?”

Yeah, no way we’re getting into that. She’s too on edge to hear my plans and will likely overthink everything and quite frankly, I’m getting tired of hearing the wordswe shouldn’tandit’s too riskycome from her mouth. Especially when there’s so many other things she can be saying. Things like,harder,rougher, and my personal favorite,don’t stop.

“Good night, Danica.”

“Enzo!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, and don’t wear a dress.”

“Is that supposed to be a hint as to where we are going?”

“No, it means if you wear a dress, I’ll want to fuck you as soon as I see you and we won’t get to where we’re going. So don’t wear a dress.”

“What about panties?”

“I’m hanging up now.”

And I do, but not before the sound of her laughter rings through my ears.

When you know, you know.

And I know.

I fucking know.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

DANICA MATTHEWS

“I thinkI’m going to get a job as an Uber driver,” Ro says thoughtfully as she turns onto my block. “Branch out from only driving you around.”

I worry my lip between my teeth.

“You have become sort of my personal chauffer these days, haven’t you?”

I feel a little foolish honestly. I can’t remember her being nearly as needy as I’ve been, and her husband is away for twenty-five years.

“Okay, so I’m going to come back and pick you up around five thirty, that way if anyone in Brent’s camp decides to do a drive by to check if you’re home, they’ll see your car in the driveway. I take it you don’t need me to pick you up.”

Still gnawing on my lip, I shake my head. She knows Enzo and I plan on spending the night together. However, we never discussed how I’d get home on Sunday. In the back of my head, I guess I assumed I’d call Ro and have her pick me up.

“You think I’m overreacting. That I’m being paranoid.”

“Yes,” she confirms, then sighs. “Don’t get me wrong, I know you’re looking out for Enzo and all, but his brother and father don’t seem to be taking the same precautions. They come and go as they please. It’s a secret op mission every time you leave the house.”

God, when she puts it like that, I really do sound ridiculous. But it goes deeper than me just looking out for Enzo, and I can’t tell her that. I can’t tell her I’m afraid I’m going to fall in love with him only to have him torn from me like Derrick was torn from her. Realistically I know if Enzo is convicted he won’t see the same hefty sentence Derrick did, but it’s still jarring to have something you’ve waited so long for be ripped away from you before you truly have a chance to enjoy it.

“Live in the moment, babe. We don’t get too many.”

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