He smiles arrogantly. “Then we’ll make each other keep them.”
Present
* * *
“So how are you doing?” Jill asks as she stirs her coffee.
I pick up my cup and take a sip, but my fingers can’t stop shaking. “I feel fine. You?”
“You don’t look fine …” she murmurs. “If you wanna talk about it—”
“How was your honeymoon with Luca?” I ask.
I know it’s rude, but I don’t want to talk about Liam, and I know she’s fishing.
“Oh, amazing! The beaches on the Canary Islands are gorgeous! And we had our own little cabin in the middle of nowhere. I had a massage, and we did all sorts of stuff. It was fantastic,” Jill rambles with a big smile on her face. “But enough about me.”
“No, tell me more,” I say. I really don’t want to be the one talking right now, or I might spill the beans.
“Have I told you yet that Luca gave me a late wedding gift?” The smirk on her face has me intrigued.
“No, what was it?”
“My own business!” Jill squeaks like a mouse and looks all giddy as she puts down her cup.
I gasp. “No, really?”
“Yes!” She jumps up from her seat to grab some papers from a cabinet. “Look.” She sifts through the forms. “That’s my name on my very own tailoring business.”
“Tailoring?” I look up at her. “Wait, you mean like those outfits you used to make?”
She’s beaming. “Yep.”
“That’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you,” I reply as she proudly shows me pictures of the place and tells me about the designs she imagines herself creating. I’m glad she’s finding out who she is and what she wants to do in this world. Besides being a mobster’s wife, of course. That will always come first, and we both know that.
Jill clears her throat and says, “Uhh … be right back. Bathroom break.” She laughs it off, but it’s awkward as hell as she rushes off to the toilet like she suddenly became viciously ill.
She must’ve eaten some bad stuff on that vacation.
I don’t enjoy seeing her in pain, but this is a good opportunity for me.
The second she’s locked the door, I jump up from the couch and slip into Luca’s office. Without a lot of time, I go around his stuff quick, leaving no stack of papers unscathed. I search through his closet and his desk, rummaging every drawer until I find what I’m looking for. Pictures of Liam … and a date and stamp of the location where they were taken.
“Jasmine?”
My eyes widen. Shit. She’s already done. And now she’s going to find me in here, snooping through their stuff.
Fuck.
I stuff the papers I need into my pocket. In panic mode, I race toward the door.
“Oh, you’re here.”
Jill’s sudden voice makes me turn around.
“I was just admiring Luca’s office,” I lie. “Anyway, I actually gotta run.”
“Already?” she says as I walk past her.