Page 26 of The #2 Guy

“The screenplay. We’ll need a title though… Roque and Romina can write the rest.”

“I’ll think of something. In the meantime, I’m a size six. I want something simple, classic. Sexy.”

“Valentino. I’m on it. Do you have a phone?”

“No. Just his.”

“We’ll need a secret code. I’ll text Uncle Johnny something and you’ll know it means the wedding is on…. Something like… oh I know. I’ll text that Ro’s pregnant again.”

“Is she?”

“Who knows? They’re always doing it.”

“I gotta go, check on John.”

“Christine?”

“Yeah?”

“Fucking betray him again and it won’t be pretty,” she warns. “Don’t pull any runaway bride crap.”

“The only place I’m running is to his arms.”

“Good. I’ll be in touch.”

I carefully put Johnny’s phone back where he left it then curl up next to him. This man is going to be my husband and I’m going to cherish his stubborn ass every day our of lives.

* * *

“Roger?You didn’t tell me you were stopping by.”

“Yeah, well I figured you needed some supplies. And Roque’s in town. He wants to meet.”

“Where is she?”

Oh shit. I peer around the corner where I was towel drying my hair. The stunning brunette is shooting sparks. She’s petite next to Roger. Must be his wife.

“Right here.” I step out, squaring back my shoulders, meeting her gaze dead on. I need to show her I’m not afraid.

She puts her hands on her hips. “Now, Dev… I told ya’ babe to chill out.” Rog tries to stop his woman, but she won’t be stopped.

“He is hot, and I was alone for a while with him.” I shrug.

“Oh fuck,” Rog mutters.

“I’m going to rip your hair out.”

“Bring it.”

“She has a broken wrist.” Johnny tries to get to me, but Rog holds him back.

“We’ll work this out,” I wink. “I take it your Devon?”

“That’s right bitch. I am.”

“Don’t hate me, I was just your husband’s dirty little secret. The hostage he kept in the cellar.”

“Oh, believe me. I already gave him hell about that.” She finally reaches me and for some stupid reason I smirk. Baiting her. She leans in close.

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