Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I switch on the faucets, and while I wait for the water to warm, I frame Haven’s face and press a tender kiss to her mouth. “All the shit is finally over. Now I can focus only on you and our life together.”
“I’m glad you got closure,” she says before pulling away to step into the shower.
I join her under the spray, tilting my head to catch her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. It’s just been a tough day. I’ve been trying to process everything I learned about my childhood.”
“Do you want to see a professional to help you?”
Haven shakes her head. “I’m so over therapy.” She steps closer to me and places her hand on my tattoo. “But, I would like to bring Kristen to Italy.”
“Your best friend?” I ask, to double-check.
“Yes. She’s very special to me, so I’m going to need you to behave when she comes to visit.”
“I’ll be a saint,” I say. “I’ll send the private jet for her. Just give me the date and time.”
Haven’s eyes widen. “Oh my God. You have a private jet? Kristen had to move our belongings out of our house in Whitefish. Can she bring some of our stuff on the plane?”
I should’ve thought about their belongings in America. “Of course, principessa.” I press a kiss to her forehead before pulling her into my arms. “I’m sorry for not thinking about it sooner. I’ll send men to help Kristen so she doesn’t have to struggle getting everything to the airport.”
Haven pulls back and gives me a curious look. “Is Edoardo single?”
A dark frown forms on my forehead. “Why?”
“If he is, can you send him to get Kristen?”
It feels like she’s up to something, and it has me asking, “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”
“Nothing. I just want the best protection for Kristen.”
“Hmm…are you sure that’s the only reason?”
She lets out a huff. “Fine. I think Kristen will like Edoardo. I just want to give her some time alone with him on the flight because he’s all work while he’s here.”
I bring my hand up to grip her jaw. “Yes, Edoardo is single, and I’ll send him, but that’s enough talk about them.”
I crush my mouth to Haven’s and kiss her until I’m sure all her attention belongs to me.
Chapter 28
HAVEN
I’ve been nervous and excited since Leo told me he has all my family’s belongings in storage.
While we walk down a hallway toward the units, my phone beeps and I quickly dig it out of my handbag.
Opening the screen, I grin when I see a text from Kristen.
Kristen: Are you sure I don’t have to go to the airport? What about customs and shit like that?
“Kristen is worried about customs,” I tell Leo.
He comes to a stop and takes my phone from me. My eyes grow wide when he begins to send a voicenote, saying, “Hi, Kristen. This is Leo, Haven’s husband. Don’t worry about a single thing. My men will deal with everything.” He checks the time on his wristwatch. “Edoardo will be there in the next two hours. You can trust him. He’ll take good care of you.”
As he hands the device back to me, he grins proudly. “That should set your friend at ease.”
I glance down at the screen and watch as it shows Kristen is recording a voicenote, and when it comes through, I press play.
“Hi Leo, this is Kristen, Haven’s best friend, also known as ‘her favorite person’. Thanks for arranging everything. Just a heads up, you and I will have words once my butt is in Italy.”
“Crap,” I mutter. I give Leo an apologetic look. “It’s because she loves me.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Another voicenote comes through as we start to walk again, and when I press play, Kristen says, “This is for your ears only, Haven.” I lift the device to my ear, but Leo grabs my wrist to stop me, and then my best friend shrieks, “Holy fucking shit! His voice is scorching hot. Damn girl. No wonder you’re not trying to escape. I was over here going, ‘yes, sir, whatever you say, sir.’ Please send me a photo of him so I can get over the shock before I meet him. The last thing we need when I want to slap Leo upside the head for forcing you to marry him is me drooling over your husband.”
Leo lets out a burst of laughter, and wrapping an arm around me, he orders, “Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Kiss me so your friend can see I’m yours. I’m going to take a photo.”
When he taps on the camera icon, I grab hold of his shoulders and kiss his jaw so his face is visible in the photo.
Letting go, I take the phone from him and look at the photo. Damn, he has that smirk on his face that makes me turn stupid.