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“Oh, God, what’s happened now? What’s wrong? Is it the house, is it the kids?”
He turned her to face him. “Shhh. Take a breath. It’s not bad news. It might even be considered good news. It seems that Paul Gardner’s father put 1.5 million dollars in trust for you after the accident.” Not sure how the news might affect her, he tightened his grip around her waist.
She squinted up at him. She studied him before laughing. “That’s a really good one Ben. You had me going there for a minute.”
“It’s no joke, Red. Your aunt refused to take the money at the time, but it’s still in trust for you. Uncle Vi
She turned her head to look at the Misters Luciano standing 50 feet away. The two older men looked i
“I need to give this some thought. I’d like to go home now. Give my keys to those devious old men over there and just take me home.”
Ben took the keys from her hand and approached his uncles. “Can I trust you two to get her car to my house?” They looked at him as if to say “what did we do?” but they agreed to drive Lane’s Escalade to Ben’s house.
He turned and walked back to Lane. He took her hand and they walked to his car. He could almost hear the wheels turning as he opened the passenger door for her. He bent and kissed her. He walked around and opened his door. “I can hear you thinking.”
“I’m shocked. I’m flabbergasted. I’m curious. I’m angry.” She took a breath. “And apparently, I’m a millionaire? What the hell, Bellini,” she said quietly.
Even if she hadn’t told him, he knew she was angry. Lane very rarely cursed and he couldn’t remember her ever referring to him by only his last name.
She turned to face him. “How the hell long have you known this? What impact does it have on the case? God, do I owe a fortune in back taxes? What the hell, Bellini?”
Bellini twice in 60 seconds, this wasn’t good. He was about to tell her to calm down, but he knew that telling her to calm down at this point might be like signing his own death warrant. Telling her to breathe should be all right because she’d often said that when she was upset sometimes it was as if she forgot to breathe.
They’d never had a fight. Not during the three years they’d been friends, and not during the eight weeks they’d been a couple. They were less than 15 minutes from his house; if there was going to be yelling, he’d like to be safely off the streets, but he wasn’t sure he could stall for 15 minutes without responding to her questions.
He took a deep breath and exhaled. “It was what uncle Vi
He always held her hand when they were in the car. She hadn’t pulled her hand away. Surely, that was a good sign.
Lane wasn’t the type to give anyone the silent treatment, but she needed a minute to collect her thoughts. This wasn’t Ben’s fault. He hadn’t exactly kept anything from her. He’d told her as soon as he could, and she understood that he wanted to talk about it in private. Still his sweet uncles were devious, co
They were stopped at a red light. She turned toward him and removed her hand from his grasp. Uh-oh, he was in for it. Home was just a few blocks away now. He didn’t want to have a screaming match in the car. It crossed his mind that she might be going to get out of the car. Instead, to his utter amazement, she reached over, took his face in her hands, leaned over, and kissed him.
Kissing was good. He wasn’t sure how she’d gone from “What the hell, Bellini” to kissing him, but then again he wasn’t going to ask. He’d pulled into his driveway. As a lawyer, he’d learned that sometimes it’s better to remain silent. He wasn’t going to say anything until they got inside.
He turned off the ignition, got out, and walked around the car to open her door. She got out, grabbed him, and kissed him again. He was really confused. Minutes ago, he was sure she was about to hand him his head. It felt like they were making up before they’d even had a fight. I could live with this he thought and then he wondered if he should be waiting for the other shoe to drop. She took his hand and led him to the sofa in the great room. She gave his chest a little push so that he sat down and then she sat straddling him.
“I was mad.” She leaned in and kissed him moaning as their tongues danced.
“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything. I’m not mad at you.” She kissed him again.
“I just needed to remind myself. Now, I’m calm.” She loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar before kissing him again.
Yeah, she was calm but he was confused. The doorbell rang. She kissed him again and shifted so he could stand. He tried to adjust the erection that had literally popped up in the last couple of minutes. As she followed him, toward the door, she whispered “But I may kill your uncles.”
He opened the door to see his uncles. Sal held the keys toward Lane.
“May we come in?” Sal asked as he stepped into the foyer.
“I suspect the lady may have some questions for us.” Vi
God he didn’t want any bloodshed.
“È arrabbiata,” Ben warned.
Lane smiled and gestured toward the great room. “The first rule, gentlemen, is English shall be spoken in my presence.” They followed her to the great room and waited for her to sit.
“Uncle Sal, we’ve met before? When I was four? Perhaps in the hospital while I waited for the authorities to find my Aunt and for her to come to Kansas City?”
Salvatore Luciano smiled, but it was his brother, Vi
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