Page 39 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Chapter Ten
Tony wears ared, blue, green, and yellow floral Hawaiian shirt that billows in the breeze from the ocean. His trim body is hidden beneath the voluminous fabric, but his fit legs extend from the tailored khaki shorts he wears. His dark eyes are gorgeous and deep, and his smile is a crack of white across his tan face.
Patrick hates that his father-in-law is damn hot, though he credits the man’s genes with Will’s pelt of chest hair that he loves so much.
Tony draws Will into a hug and pounds his back. “Son! It’s been too long!”
“Only four months, actually.” Will speaks it into the wind and Patrick’s not sure Tony hears.
“I’ve missed you!”
It’s been closer to five months since Tony last swept through Healing, boned Kimberly in all kinds of inappropriate places, setThe Hurting Timeson fire with gossip, then left as quickly as he’d arrived.
At least he hadn’t impregnated the woman. The only reason Patrick’s sure of that, given how reckless they both are with their sex lives and their family planning, is that Kimberly is petite enough that she’d be showing by now.
“I’ve missed you.” Tony clasps Will close again. “How’s your mother? Is she here?”
“She’s fine. No, she’s in Healing.”
Tony keeps an arm around Will’s shoulder but turns his head this way and that, searching, like they’re hiding Kimberly in the flowering bushes by the walkway. “But why isn’t she here? And the children too?”
Will’s mouth opens and closes spasmodically.
“Whyshouldshe be here?” Patrick snaps. “She has a life.”
That’s a pretty generous way to put what Kimberly has, but he’s not in the mood to have his honeymoon spoiled by Will’s family, and the Molinaro side least of all. Call him petty, but he still has his panties in a twist over the way Tony threatened to cut off his fingers if he hurt Will, and the “come to the Dark Side” conversations he’s been subjected to more than once since their marriage haven’t improved relations much.
Tony smiles warmly at Patrick. “Ah, my favorite son-in-law hasn’t lost his bite. I like him, Guglielmo. I really do.”
“I know. You tell me all the time.”
He leans closer and whispers in Will’s ear. “I’d like him more if he came to work for me.”
“You can’t always get what you want,” Patrick said, sticking out his lips like Mick Jagger.
Will smiles tightly, all the easy relaxation of earlier evaporated, his shoulders drawn up to his ears.
Tony’s eyes glint happily. “It’s shame really. We’d make a good team. Alucrativeteam and—”
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Will interrupts, ducking out from under Tony’s muscled arm.
“Me? Oh, well, I’m…” he glances behind him. “Darling? Where are you? Are you playing hide-and-seek?”
A woman pops out from the bushes, adjusting her flowing halter-top sundress, putting away her very large and obviously recently exposed breasts. She giggles, her long blond hair slipping over her bare, sunburned shoulders as she ties her dress up around her neck again. “Silly Tony! I’m here. I needed to get decent.”
Tony waves his hand. “These two wouldn’t have cared, darling. They’re queer as three-dollar bills.” Then he smiles at them like that’s a compliment. “And Dr. McCloud’s been through medical school. He’s seen it all.”
The woman laughs again like Tony is actually funny and steps forward with her dress fixed and floating in the breeze.
“Angelica Madison,” she says, smiling with glowing white teeth that make Patrick think of his father’s dentures. He shudders.
The woman can’t be more than twenty-six, just a few years younger than Will. Or maybe she’s had so much plastic surgery she just looks quite young in the darkness. Either way, Patrick braces himself for what’s coming next because he can feel it, like the chill on the breeze.
It’s coming, coming, coming…
Now.
“Oh wait!” She throws her head back and laughs. “I forgot. I’m Angelica Molinaro now.” She squeals and holds up her hand. A giant diamond glints on her ring finger in the moonlight.
