Page 194 of SINS & Riley
And when their baby comes, he’s going to lose whatever’s left of his damn mind.
God… it’s the kind of love I ache for. That bone-deep, head to toe love of a lifetime.
I pop another canapé in my mouth, chewing without tasting, eyes skimming the glittering, overcrowded room. Laughter, champagne, pink-on-pink balloons—everyone’s having the time of their lives.
Everyone but me.
Because no matter where I look, Dante’s gone.
66
DANTE
Journal Entry | Dante
It’s been months since Pom’s spoken to me. Though she’s become chummy with Enzo.
I’m trying not to take it personally.
What works, journal? Flowers? Cannolis?
Or do I have to go nuclear? A brand-new Mercedes SUV with all the bells and whistles. Top safety rating. Filled to the roof with baby shit.
I don’t know what it’s gonna take to get Pom to start talking to me again. But I do know this:
If the mother of my child doesn’t get her ass in gear and drag herself to a spa for some serious pampering, I’ll make it my personal life’s mission to see that those little piggies are mani-pedied within an inch of their fucking lives.
PS—
Even if I have to do it myself. Do not test me. I will bust out the Dremel, woman.
PPS—
You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
67
RILEY
I glance over at Dominic as we load the kids into the car. “Are you sure this is okay?”
He doesn’t even look up. “You? Driving? Pretty sure pregnant women are still allowed to do that.” He glances around the car like he’s actually searching. “Wait—where is your husband?” he teases.
“You have a husband?” Katya pipes up from the back seat, bouncing excitedly.
“No.” My answer is clipped as I slide in behind the wheel.
Though every other journal entry from Dante screams otherwise. Rings, honeymoons, Ricardo Ricci’s number scrawled with CALL HIM in obsessive loops.
He wants me to pick a dress and set a date. And dammit, how do I do that when I still haven’t spoken to him. It’s so awkward, that every day I say I’m going to do it, and somehow, I don’t.
I’m just overwhelmed and haven’t a clue where to start.
Besides, I’m busy.
Hello? Having a kid.
Priorities.
