Page 36 of Once A Crime Lord

“I don’t think so.”

“I still have the RV,” Carmen said and bobbed her brows.

“I enjoyed our time on the road.”

“I did too. It was a good time out.”

And now they were back in Las Vegas. She shook her head as she remembered the shotgun wedding and Gavin’s bullying tactics to make her say her vows. He really was a psycho.

“Is Gavin coming to the event?”

“I hope so. Let me call him.”

She paced the living room as she dialed his number. On the fourth ring, he answered.

“Lyla.”

The sound of his voice felt like a caress. One thing was for sure. Her marriage would never be dull. Gavin was a lot to handle, and his sexual appetite would always keep things interesting.

“Hi, baby. I wanted to ask about tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” He sounded distracted.

Her heart sank. “The hospital event?” She tried to keep her voice light and airy.

There was a short pause. “You still want to go?”

“Yes.” When he didn’t respond, she tacked on, “Please, Gavin.”

He didn’t speak.

“I want you to come,” she said, and then realized she had absolutely no idea what he was doing at that moment. He could be in a boardroom or standing over a body. “I mean, if you can make it, I’d like that.”

Still no response. She stopped pacing and closed her eyes.

“I can’t go?” she murmured.

“I’ll be there in time.”

She tossed her fist in the air and did a little jig. “Yay! You’re the best. I’ll call Alice.”

“Okay.”

She put a hand on her hip. “By the way, if you have time after the hospital, I’m due.”

“Due for what?”

“For you.”

A pause. “Then I’ll be in you after the event.”

She beamed and did another little jig. “I love you.”

“The next time I’m home, do that dance for me,” he said.

“What dance?”

“The one you’re doing right now,” he said and hung up.

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