Page 117 of Unbreakable
JEANINE
NOW | DECEMBER
Rachel
So what’s the date?
I still don’t know after dinner, but he brought me out somewhere nice. Got me all hopped up on gin martinis
Have fun, bestie. You deserve it
I’m worried about Grey
He’s fine. Enjoy the break
The next phasewas something I somewhat predicted, but not the full extent of it. Dylan had gotten us seats to the traveling Broadway production ofWhite Christmas,but I didn’t know how good our seats would be.
“Good evening, Mr. Sorrento, Mrs. Sorrento,” said the man who checked our tickets. “Right this way.”
I was on Dylan’s arm and turned into him. “What did you do?”
Dyl just smirked. “It’s all part of The Plan.”
“That the usher knows our names?”
“Jeannie, for once in your life, just go with it, you sassy cocktail waitress,” he teased.
I growled at him and he laughed.
“Everyone’s looking at us,” I whispered. “We’re overdressed.”
He paused, making sure I met his eyes. “They’re staring because you’re fucking hot and your tits look like a classic artist sculpted them.”
“They’re staring because you’re a medium famous and acting rich,” I hissed as we kept walking.
“Nope. Definitely the boobs.” Then he leaned into my ear. “I’m going to stuff my face in them later.”
The usher turned back to us at that moment, and Dylan put on an overzealous smile, like he was the picture of a gentleman.
The door opened to a box a few back from stage left. “Enjoy the show,” the man said before leaving us to it.
“Oh, you spoiled me bad,” I gasped. “Dylan.”
“You like?” he grinned. “They couldn’t get Danny Kaye tonight, but it’ll have to do.”
“How much?—”
“Nope. That’s my business. Not yours. The Plan is on my own budget.”
“Dyl—”
“Jeanine,” he said slowly, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “I don’t play hockey so I can hoard all my money all the time. I do it so sometimes,” he kissed under my ear, making my nipples go stiff, “I can treat my beautiful wife.”
I melted back into him. “Fine. Treat me.”
His chuckle was low and dark. “I plan to.”
I was surprised the seats in the box weren’t fixed to the ground like other theater seats, instead being nicer armchairs you can move. He pulled one out for me and I sat. “Well, thankyou. This is really nice. I feel like I need those theater glasses on a stick.”
