Page 77 of Sexting His Son's Ex
“I’m glad, Sir. I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting Mrs. Salvati, but I know she was an amazing lady by how Omar speaks about her.”
That surprises me. “He talks about her?”
His eyes round as if he had said something he didn’t meant to say. “Ye-yes, Sir. Apologies, I thought you knew.”
“It’s okay, Sam. Your secret is safe with me.”
He blows out a relieved breath. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I didn’t realize he spoke of her. I’m glad he does. She deserves for her memory to be kept alive.” Something I have failed to do.
That’s going to change.
The car ride is silent the rest of the way to the flower shop. I check the time, surprised to see how late it is. The shop might be closed now.
Rain pours by the time Sam pulls into a parking spot outside of the shop. Jovie is by the door, flipping the sign from open to closed. When she sees me, a big smile stretches across her face, and I can do nothing but sit here to take it in.
When was the last time someone was happy to see me? Me, out of all people.
“Sir, would you like me to wait outside for you both and take you home?”
“No, Sam. I’ll be staying here tonight.” Jovie doesn’t feel comfortable staying at the house ever since the incident with Luca. I can’t say I blame her and until I resolve that, she feels safer here.
That’s all that matters to me.
“Have a good evening, Sir.”
“You too, Sam.” I shut the door, rushing to get out of the rain and stand in front of the door, locking eyes with Jovie.
I grab the handle at the same time as she does, my heart pounding louder over the rain. My breath fogs the glass waiting for her to let me in.
She can take her time. I enjoy every move she makes.
Jovie tugs on the door, the bell jingling as always. I step inside, water dripping from my coat to the floor.
“How did it go?” Her voice is so sweet, so soft, like a light melody made to relax me and only me. “Are you okay?”
“It went as well as it could and I’m okay.” I cup her face, loving how those copper eyes look up at me. “I’m more than okay.” I dive down, capturing her lips with mine.
It’s gentle, sweet, no tongue, just a long appreciative kiss that I pour all of my love into.
“What was that for?”
“What wasn’t it for?” I brush the tip of my nose against hers.
I lock the door behind me, enclosing us in the silence of the shop. The rain pours, beating against the roof to provide the only sound.
“I need to tell you something, Santino.”
I lean against a nearby table holding a big fern and cross my arms. “I know you do.”
“You know?”
“I know you’re hiding something. I just don’t know what.”
“Um. Okay. I—” Her cheeks redden, and she chews on her thumbnail with anxiety.
I pull her close to me, wanting to ease her nerves. “Breathe, Sweet Girl. Everything will be okay. I’m here. I’m always going to be here. No matter what.”
