“It was a gift.”
“Really. Well, I should get going.”
“Aren’t you going to ask who it’s from?” I blurted.
“I know who it’s from.” He looked at me one moment longer, and understanding passed between us.
He knows what I’ve done.
“You’re making a mistake, Tiny.”
I bristled. “You don’t know anything about it.”
“I know you. I’ve always known you.” Suddenly he grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me. A little squeak of surprise escaped my throat, followed by a soft sigh of pleasure. Joey’s lips were so lush and soft, and the way he pressed them to mine was insistent without being demanding. He opened his mouth and gently swept his tongue between my lips. I shocked myself by meeting it with mine, wishing I could feel his chest against me. But he kept my arms pinned fast.
Then he stepped back, breathing hard. “Good-bye, Tiny.” He was out the front door and sliding into the Buick before I could even form a coherent thought.
I watched him drive off, bringing my fingers to my lips. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since he’d kissed me. My God, what am I doing?
I’d thought when Daddy was released, my life would go back to normal. But now I knew that was impossible.
Enzo’s words from this morning echoed in my head so clearly I could feel his breath on my ear.
This is only the beginning.