“Um…” I mumbled, because I did. It was just that he was angry and I didn’t want to say it out loud.
“You did. You thought you were f**kin’ a wiseguy,” he pressed.
I pushed my lips to the side.
“And you let me in there,” he went on.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He stared at me.
I fought squirming.
Then he burst out laughing.
I stopped fighting squirming and glared.
“What’s funny?” I snapped.
His hand shot out and hooked me behind the neck, pulling me into him even as he leaned close.
“Christ, you love me so much, I was so damned in there, you accepted me as a wiseguy.”
I had a feeling I was never going to hear the end of that.
“Just saying, Zano, if you’re looking for new career paths, I’d prefer you veer from that one,” I returned.
“Babe, you thought I was already on it.”
This sucked, but it was true.
“Whatever,” I muttered, yanking at his hand at my neck and looking anywhere but at him.
“Ally,” he called.
“What?” I asked the bedpost.
“Baby, give me your eyes.”
He was talking sweet.
I heaved a sigh and gave him my eyes.
“So, I want a stay-at-home mom and you give me a badass PI. You accepted a wiseguy and got whatever I am. We’re a f**kin’ pair.”
We were.
I looked into his eyes and wondered how on earth we were working.
Then it hit me I shouldn’t think on that too much. We were. That was all that mattered.
“I suppose I should thank you for giving up your six figure part of a criminal empire for me,” I said somewhat ungraciously.
This made him smile and pull me closer as his eyes dropped to my mouth and his lips murmured, “You’re welcome, honey.”
“Now, I need to go out and run off my French toast,” I informed him.
His eyes came back to mine just as his lips hit mine and he replied, “Oh, we’ll work it off.”