Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
He looked like he wanted to argue, but then he admitted, “You might be right.”
“I’m glad you’re going to get some rest, and I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.”
“I wish I could see you sooner,” he said shyly. “If you wanted to spend the night, I could make us a nice brunch in the morning, before we do whatever it is you have planned for us.”
I leapt up from the sofa. “I’m on my way. I just need to pack an overnight bag, and then I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
“Oh wow, that’s great! But you should know it may take longer than that to get here. There’s going to be a lot of traffic, since it’s Friday night. Actually, it might be really awful, so if you don’t want to—”
“I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll be there as soon as I can, Arie.”
That said, it took a little over four hours to make the hundred- and twenty-mile drive. Half of that was stop and go traffic, which was incredibly frustrating. I was stiff and cranky by the time I finally pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine.
Armando’s apartment building was a two-story rectangle that had probably been built in the 1960s or 70s, with an exterior walkway spanning the second floor. A group of men had set up folding chairs and were drinking beer outside one of the ground floor apartments. Dante had leased a black Mercedes with tinted windows for me, and when I climbed out of the car, they all stopped talking and stared.
I ignored them as I slung my bag over my shoulder and crossed the parking lot. A big guy with a lot of tattoos was standing near the staircase. He eyed me up and down and asked, “What’s somebody got to do to afford a car like that?”
I didn’t break my stride as I replied, “Be a criminal.”
He nodded. “That’s what I figured.”
I went upstairs and knocked on Armando’s door. He was wincing when he answered, and the first thing he said was, “Traffic was horrible, wasn’t it? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to drive down on a Friday night.”
He closed the door behind me, and I dropped the bag and pulled him into my arms. As I buried my face in his hair, I murmured, “Totally worth it.”
After a moment, we were interrupted by the beep of his phone. He pulled it from his pocket and read a text, which made him grin. “It’s from my downstairs neighbor.”
He held up the phone so I could read the message: Hey hermano, do you need some help with that big mofo with the flashy car? If he’s here to collect on a debt or some shit, me and the boys can come up there and rough him up for you.
Instead of typing a reply, he went outside, leaned over the railing, and called, “Thanks for looking out for me, Julio, but that’s my new friend Tory. You’ll probably be seeing a lot of him.”
A deep voice replied, “That’s cool. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay, Manny.”
“I appreciate it.” Armando came back inside and shut the door again. His grin turned teasing when he said, “That really is a flashy car, especially with the tinted windows. It looks like something a mob boss would drive.”
“It’s a lease, and I didn’t pick it.”
He raised a brow and asked, “The rich cousin again? The one who thought you needed a private jet to fly home from San Francisco?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand your relationship, especially the part where he buys you expensive stuff.”
“It was just some short-term assistance,” I said, “and I’m going to pay him back for every penny of it.”
“To help you get settled in the US?”
“Something like that.”
Armando nodded. “Okay. Now I get it.”
He took my hand and led me to the couch. After I sat down, he climbed onto my lap and planted a long, slow, deep kiss on me. Then he sat back and held my face between his palms, staring at me in wonder as he murmured, “This is wild.”
“What is?”
“The fact that you’re here, in my world. The time we spent together last weekend felt like a dream, but now you’re in my apartment! It’s like fantasy and reality have blurred together.”
I wrapped my arms around him, and he snuggled against me. As I rubbed his back, I asked, “Did you eat dinner tonight?”
“It wasn’t actually a meal, but I did eat. I had a biscuit, which was left over from breakfast. And we sold out of the corn chowder, so I dumped what was left into a mug and ate that.” He grinned and admitted, “I made a point of eating because I knew you’d ask, and I wanted to be able to say yes.”