Page 66 of Remember When We
“You should, or I can. We both can together. I don’t mind telling him.”
“I want to do it too. You’ve been this rock in his life for so long, doing everything. It’s a difficult conversation and I should do it.” He looked down at me then narrowed eyes. “You have been crying.” He cupped my face looking at me closely.
“I’m okay. I am I was just having one of those moments when everything gets to me.”
“I’m working on stuff Lyssa, and it will be over soon. I promise.”
He hadn’t told me or Dad anything much about what he was doing. I knew that was on purpose. For him to say it would be over soon meant he’d found something.
“What did you find out?” I suddenly switched from my worries over Frankie to wanting to know if he had found Marshall’s killer.
“I’m taking care of it. You don’t have to worry about it. I’m taking care of it,” he replied with a wink. “Why were you crying? Tell me baby. Something’s been up since the other night. Something’s been up …. the whole time.” he held my gaze.
This was it, another moment when I was presented with the opportunity to tell the truth.
This time though I wouldn’t lie. I would tell him exactly what I was doing.
“I have some stuff to take care off.”
“Whatever it is I can take care of it for you.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s something I have to do myself. You know one of those things where you have to be the one to do it and make sure it gets done.” I smiled. “I promise once I get it all sorted out, I’ll tell you everything.”
“Lyssa, that sounds like something big. Does this have to do with Frankie Santora? I know it does.”
A lump formed in my throat again. “It does, but it’s nothing to worry about. Nothing I can’t handle.” Just like Carla said I could do this. Sell the damn house and sort out the problem. Don’t allow Frankie to get to me and make me think there was some easy way out of it, when there really wasn’t.
“Were you and him together? Is that the problem.”
“No, not at all.”
“Is he bothering you? Tell me. You need to tell me now. I’ll kill that fucking bastard if he is. You just tell me.”
Another chance. “Gio, please I got this. Promise me you won’t do something crazy. I’m tying up loose ends before I go to Chicago. That’s what I’m doing.” I nodded. “That’s what I’m doing.”
“Okay. But, baby doll crazy’s on the way here already. I don’t want you near him. Do you hear me?”
I nodded. With the plan I had I wouldn’t need to be near Frankie at all.
“I hear you. Come here,” I crooked my finger and beckoned him lower for a kiss.
He did kissing me slow and tenderly, showing me without words all that he felt for me.
I giggled when he swooped me up.
“We have the house to ourselves. Time to make you scream.” He lifted me over his shoulder cave man style and carried me upstairs to the bedroom.
This man always had the ability to wipe my brain clean of everything even when I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders. He could do it so easily.
He set me down on the bed and kissed all my worries away. We tore away at each other’s clothes until we were a tangle of skin to skin and the silky sheets.
He kissed me in that possessive manner trailing fiery hot kisses all the way from my mouth to my ear. Then continued even more all over my body.
All over me inside and out.
My body welcomed him as he set me against the stack of pillows, parted my thighs and slid into me, filling me up completely with hot pleasure. Ultimate pleasure that increased with every thrust and pump he gave me.
Luring me into the wildness of him, and that madness of erotic ecstasy. All I’d ever wanted was him and I would never do anything to mess this up.
