“Wait!” He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and she paused staring at him with a confused look on her pretty face.
Focus.
“You talked to her about us?” He gawked at her, back on subject.
Had she been planning last night?
Her little smirk said it all.
“Right after you talked to her,” she said with a grin and turned walking away from him. Her hips swaying as if she knew exactly what she did to him.
“Fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head at himself.
“What was that?” The little giggle that followed was his undoing.
It took till they were on the freeway for his dick to come down and he was able to breathe again.
“So where exactly are we going?”
“To a friend,” he said watching her curl her legs under her as she turned toward him. Remembering this morning when she had her legs wrapped around his back in the shower.
“Mark.”
“Huh.” His eyes flew back to the road, and she busted up laughing.
“Where are we going?” She managed through her giggles, the sound making his heart lighter than he ever thought possible.
“A friend of mine, Branson. Lives in West Virginia. He has a cabin that he can put us up in till we figure out where to go.”
“Was he in the Mafia too?”
“Uh no …” He chuckled at the thought. “Branson is the farthest thing from the Mafia that you can get.”
“Okay. So how do you know him?”
“Umm …” He hadn’t contemplated this part. The part where he told her that he had been in prison.
In all the time since he had gotten out, it had never crossed his mind how he would tell the woman that he loved that he had done time.
After all the Mafia was more than understanding.
If anything, it was a bonus.
Winter probably wasn’t going to think so though.
Fuck.
“Mark?” She was frowning at him.
Great he was worrying her.
“I met him in prison.”
“Oh okay. What was he in for?” She shrugged and looked up at him.
She shrugged.
Like what he had told her wasn’t a major fucking deal.
