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I hang up and look to Frankie. “It’s done.”

“You know you’re in a world of trouble, right?”

I simply shrug and toss my phone over toward the chair. “I went for a walk.”

“They’ll trace your phone’s GPS coordinates to my house.”

Yeah, about that. “I know,” I say. I have to figure out what Frankie and I have, because I think the day is fast coming that I’ll need to make a choice.

Either her, or my career. And at this point, I’m not sure which one I’ll choose.

Chapter 29

Frankie

I wake with a delicious ache coursing through my body. Everything hurts, yet I wouldn’t change it for the world. If anything, I want more.

I push the covers back and look over to the side to find the bed empty. After a quick morning routine, I dress and head downstairs.

My brother is at the dining table, sitting beside Elena. Neither have heard me approach, and it’s interesting to see they’re developing a relationship. Rome is leaning toward her, and Elena’s head is lowered as she speaks softly to him.

I clear my throat and Elena’s eyes widen when she hears me. “Good morning,” she says in a small voice.

“Mya,” I call and sit at the head of the table. Mya enters the dining room carrying my morning coffee. “Thank you.” Mya offers me a small smile before leaving. “Elena, the doctor will be coming today to make sure you’re okay. Do you need anything?”

“No, thank you.”

“I’ll be taking Elena to the store today,” Rome says.

“What time will you be leaving?”

“What time is the doctor coming?”

“He’ll be here at ten,” I say.

“When the doctor is done, then we’ll leave.”

I sip on my coffee as I watch them. Rome’s jaw tightens and he shakes his head at me. Mya returns to the dining room and places a plate on the table. “Garden frittata, ma’am.”

I wave her away with a flick of my hand.

“Where’s the politician?” Rome asks.

“You haven’t seen him?”

He shakes his head.

“He left early this morning,” Elena says in her meek little voice. “I woke because I was hungry and he was dressed and leaving.”

“Thank you, Elena,” I say as I savor my breakfast. I’m so ravenous I could eat the entire damned frittata.

“I-” Elena lifts her hand and places it to her mouth.

“What is it?” Rome asks.

Elena’s posture stoops as she reaches with a shaky hand for her mug. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say anything.”

What has her so worried? “What’s on your mind?” I ask with a drop of frustration. Rome slowly turns to look at me. His silent glare is telling me to back off. Jesus, he’s so fucking pussy whipped and I doubt he’s even fucked her yet. But, she’s important to my brother, which means I need to be nicer to her. “What is it, Elena?” I ask with a softer tone.

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