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Enda grinned. “Sounds good to me …but you may be right about the heat. Maybe something lighter for tonight?”
Ama laughed. “Look at us all domesticated.” She turned back to the fridge and made a decision. “Stir-fry?”
Enda nodded. “Sounds good.”
They ate out on the terrace, over-looking the Bay of Naples, Enda’s hand on her thigh. Ama was thinking about what Inca had said earlier. “Isn’t it weird that, when you meet the right person, anything goes?” she said now to Enda.
“I know what you mean. I keep thinking back to that day. Your wedding day. You might think I’m the kind of guy who does that all the time, but no. It was just a confluence of events and feelings, and I thought what the hell? You looked so sad,Piccolo. It got me here.” He touched his chest. “I felt as if I couldn’t breathe until I kissed you.”
Ama was moved. “Ditto.” She grinned mischievously. “I was talking to Inca today …she was pretty wild when she was younger. Not that she’s old now, but you know what I mean.”
Enda grinned widely. “I do.”
Ama studied him. “You know? About?”
“The three of them? Yup. It was quite the scandal here back then. Well, not really scandal … not like it would have been back in the States.”
She stroked his hair. “I think I would be too jealous to share you.”
Enda kissed her. “Yeah, that scene isn’t for me.”
“What is? You know, I would try anything with you. Anything.”
Enda wiped his mouth on his napkin and studied her, a grin on his handsome face. “Okay …challenge extended. Let me fuck you somewhere we could get caught.”
Ama chuckled, a thrill going through her. “For example?”
“We have that benefit in town later this week. We could sneak behind a pillar and go for it.”
Ama considered, then stuck out her hand. “Challenge accepted.”
Enda laughed. “There’s a part of me that hopes we do get caught.”
“You know what,” Ama said, smiling widely. “Me too.”
***
Jackson Gallo picked up the phone. “Tell me you’ve found my wife.”
His detective, Larry, chuckled. “And then some. They’re in Sorrento, as you thought. They have a villa—pretty comprehensively guarded, but both of them go out quite freely. Your wife had lunch with another woman today. Another Indian woman? Her sister?”
“No, her sister is still here in the US. That must be Inca, Raffaelo Winter’s wife. They were unprotected?”
“As far as I could see. Want me to kill her?”
“No,” Jackson said sharply, “If anyone’s going to kill my wife, it’s me this time. The Winter woman …maybe. Another Penelope situation for her, I think. But not yet. I want to have all the pieces in place before I hit them with it all. What I have planned for them …they won’t have dreamed up in a million years. I don’t just want to kill my wife. I want to destroy her, my bastard brother, and anyone else who loves them before I finally kill Ama. I can wait for the right moment.”
He gave Larry some final instructions just to keep watching and reporting. Putting down the phone, he smiled to himself. What he had planned wasn’t just murder.
It was a slaughter.
Ama lay in Enda’s arms as he slept. It was past midnight, but she couldn’t get to sleep at all. She wondered what was bothering her and couldn’t get a grip on it. Something was changing inside of her, and she couldn’t figure out whether it was physical or emotional or …what the hell is it?she thought in frustration, but the answer would not come. She gazed at Enda’s sleeping face. In rest, he looked so much younger, less stressed, more boyish.I love you, so much, she thought as she looked at him.I can’t imagine my life without you.
The thought of being without him made her feel sick, and she gently extracted herself from his grip and went into the bathroom. The nausea passed, and she brushed her teeth again, looking in the mirror. Something was different with her. Her face looked fuller, her eyes sparkled, and her hair hung long and lustrous down her back. Her breasts seemed larger and her belly softly curved. Was it just that, finally, she saw herself as a sexual being? More confident?Maybe, Ama thought now.
“Hey, you okay?” Enda had woken and was standing naked in the doorway, eyes sleepy, his dark curls wild about his head. He looked adorable.
Ama grinned and went to him, pressing her nakedness against him and feeling his cock respond. She brushed her lips against his. “Fuck me, Enda …fuck mehard…”
