Page 72 of Marry Me Not
Distance was good. Distance was safe.
I put Gino’s journal inside the bedside drawer and started on the next card.
“Ah, dammit.” I’d misspelled the name of one of Cosimo’s cousins, courtesy of my stiff fingers.
This was ridiculous. I couldn’t work under these conditions.
I remembered the library had a huge fireplace. Maybe I could finish the cards there.
With a huff, I clambered out of bed, grabbed a handful of blank thank-you cards, pulled on a pair of thick sweatpants and a hoodie, and headed downstairs.
Cosimo’s home reminded me of a modern art museum, only without the art. Obviously. Cold concrete floors, automatic blackout blinds on every window, and minimal furniture. The furniture that was present seemed to be optimized for discomfort.
My bare feet—why didn’t I put on socks?—yearned for a rug as I padded my way down a hall to the library. Or at least to where I thought the library should be. The maid had pointed it out to me on the tour she’d given me last night, but I’d been so tired I couldn’t really remember the route we’d taken to get there.
The first door I opened was a guest bedroom. I kept going, passing bare walls and identical light fixtures. I was fairly sure I’d lost my way, but there was another door at the end of the hall, so I went to check it.
The second I opened it, a rush of sweet, blessed heat hit me full in the face.
I bit back a groan of pleasure.
It was Cosimo’s sauna.
Finally, one room in the house where warm-blooded creatures could feel comfortable. Strange how this wasn’t included in the tour. I wondered if that was intentional. Did Cosimo not want to share?
Sorry, hubby.
I was definitely going to make use of it.
I left the thank-you cards on the floor outside and stepped in. It was hot—gloriously, deliciously hot. The warmth seeped through my clothes almost instantly, and within seconds I was peeling layers off until I was down to my bra and panties. I climbed onto the upper tier of wooden benches, spread out a towel, lay back, and closed my eyes.
The air smelled nice, like something herbal. I breathed in deeply for a few minutes, a relaxed smile spreading across my face. Another few minutes, and I was sweating.
My phone dinged. I probably should’ve left it outside, but I lifted it over my face and opened a text from Zo.
So? Did the Ice Prince deliver?
I snorted and typed back.
You have no idea how accurate that nickname turned out to be. He lives in an ice box. I was freezing my butt off until I stumbled onto this.
I snapped a photo of the sauna.
Oooo. I’ve always wanted to have sauna sex. Enjoy ;)
My cheeks heated. There would be none of that.
But I was planning on using this baby every day while Cosimo was out. Call it a perk of being the woman of the house.
CHAPTER 24
COSIMO
The engine idledbeneath me as I typed out a message to one of the capos. Alvarez’s shipment was coming in tonight, and moving that much product without a hitch took coordination.
THUD. THUD.
I glanced up. Rom stood outside the car, gesturing for me to unlock it.
