“Forty-five minutes, Olivia, go to sleep. I’ll wake you once we arrive.”
* * *
It’s 9:30 p.m. now, and I’m sitting on the window seat in the spare bedroom, staring out at the dark driveway below. I have this uneasy feeling in my stomach that won’t go away. Where is he?
Lorenzo said his plane landed at eight. How far is the airport from here?
I try to call Rico’s phone and it goes straight to voicemail… again.
Maybe I should call Lorenzo.
No, I don’t want to be the crazy girlfriend, even though I know I am one.
My mind is going crazy with thoughts of Enrico and Sophia. I’m sick with jealo
usy.
Did they have lunch together today? Did he kiss her hello? Did she look as gorgeous as I know she is? Do they talk? Laugh?
I feel like an insecure fool, and this is not who I am.
We’ve been back together for one day, and already I feel like I’m going crazy.
I am the one he has asked to move in. I am the one who is waiting at his home for him. He’ll be here soon…
Please be here soon.
I head to the bathroom and run myself a steamy hot bath.
Stop thinking crazy thoughts, Olivia.
He’ll be home soon.
* * *
It’s 12:30 a.m. and I’m pacing in the kitchen.
What the hell is going on?
I’m sick with worry. What if his plane crashed? This isn’t like him. He’s never not called me before.
I hear car doors slam, and then a commotion outside. I run to the front window.
There are three cars, all in a line, and three men are dragging Enrico out of the back car by his arms. He climbs out, staggers, and falls to the side. They all rush to catch him.
He’s blind drunk.
What the hell?
I open the door in a rush to hear his deep, slurred voice as he tears his arms from their grip. “Get away from me.”
The men are fussing around him. “Rico, Rico.”
“Take me home,” he growls.
“You are home,” Lorenzo tells him. “Calm down.”
He takes a swing at one of the men, and they all struggle as they try to contain him. “Olivia!” Enrico bellows as he looks up at the house. “Olivia!”