I stare deep into his eyes. “I want that too.”
We can give ourselves a chance.
Why not?
What do we have to lose?
We have all the time in the world to figure things out and get to know each other even better, but I think I already know it in my heart that I’m falling for him.
He’s not who I thought he was.
“What are you going to do about your father’s men?” he asks. “You’re an Esposito. His only child.”
I sigh. “I am, but they’re not going to accept me as their leader. I’m a Santarossa now. And who knows? Maybe I do have a half-brother no one knows about somewhere.”
“Do you want to be their leader?”
“What does it matter what I want?”
“It does. It always will.”
“Okay then. Yes, I want it. But they don’t want me, so—”
“You can become an Esposito again.”
I furrow my brow. “How?”
“We can divorce. You claim what is yours. Some might leave, sure. But give the others a chance to stay, like I did.”
I cock my head at him. “You’d agree to that?”
“I’d agree to anything that makes you happy.”
A smile spreads across my lips. “Then I want a divorce. But I don’t want to leave you or be away from you.”
“That can be arranged.” He grins and his lips find mine again.
Can this really work?
Can we have everything we want?
I don’t know, but we can certainly try.