Page 28 of Saved By A God
“Okay.”
“Damn right, okay,” she mutters. “You’re not a computer, Rosie.”
“Welllll…”
“No joking,” she snaps. “I want you to take a break. Get everything done and schedule two weeks off. Your dad can take over.”
“And what do you expect me to do during the two weeks off?” I ask while the scissors snip viciously behind me.
“You’re going to Bali with me. We’re going to lie on the beach all day long and dance the nights away.”
“I can’t dance for shit.”
“You can watch me dance while getting drunk on cosmopolitans.” Gianna lets out a heavy sigh. “I worry about you.”
“And I love you for it.” Wanting to change the subject because I can’t take time off and need to get my friend to forget all about it, I say, “I’m thinking of hacking into a dating site and picking the best guy for myself.”
“What?” she gasps. “You can’t just pick some random guy.”
“I’ll stalk him and wear him down until he gives in.”
Just then, Riccardo and Enzo walk into the kitchen, and Riccardo asks, “Who’s the poor guy you’re going to stalk?”
“No one,” I answer before Gianna can say anything.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop my friend from spilling the beans as she informs her husband of what I just said. “Rosie plans to hack into a dating site and picking some random guy to stalk.”
“The best guy,” I correct her.
Enzo’s eyes lock with mine, the lines on his face tightening. “Is that so?”
“Yep.”
Then his gaze sweeps over my clothes, and he frowns. “Didn’t you wear that yesterday?”
“Nope.”
“Rosie,” he growls. “You worked through the night again.”
“She needs to take a vacation.” Gianna jumps back to our original conversation. “The four of us can go to Bali.”
“I’m part vampire and will burn in the sun,” I say.
Enzo moves in behind me, then says, “Don’t take off too much, Gianna.”
“You don’t get a say in how long my hair is,” I snap.
“I do.”
“Don’t start you two.”
Gianna throws half my hair into my face, and I blow at the strands when they tickle my nose, and just for the fun of it, I say, “Enzo mooned me this morning.”
“What?!” Gianna gasps while Riccardo lets out a bark of laughter.
“In all fairness, I did warn her,” Enzo mutters while tugging on some of my hair before he walks to the doorway. “Come, Riccardo, we’re going to be late for the meeting.”
“What meeting?” I ask while Riccardo comes to plant a kiss on Gianna’s mouth.
