Page 48 of Something Old

“Um - because -I spent a lot.” I blurt out.

He laughs. “Was that a lot?”

What the fuck? He isn’t bothered at all.

I stop talking and start stuffing my face with pizza to prevent myself from asking more questions. My mind is chaotic with confused thoughts pushing in from all directions. He doesn’t mind at all that I spent that much. He’s being affectionate. He’s being sweet and talking to me.

Suddenly I feel overwhelmed and terrified that I am going to start falling in love with him again - still -fuck.

“I’m full. Thanks for the pizza.” I say quickly, sliding off the counter. I have to get away from him. This is so bad.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“Nope.”

I run out of the kitchen before he can say another word.

I bolt up to my bedroom, closing the door, and leaning against it - shaking my head in disbelief.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Masaccio

No matter what I do Leora is still acting cold and distant.

I need to make a bigger gesture. Something she can’t ignore.

“Nathan.” I call out as I walk towards the security room at the back of the house. I know he was reviewing the weeks footage and then writing his general report.

“Mas, I’m in here.” His voice carries through to me.

I step into the room. He has two other guys working on the computers. It’s a pretty boring job - reviewing camera footage. Not something I would ever want to do.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.” He stands up and follows me to the room filled with the blue glare from too many screens.

“I need you to organize something for me. It has to be a complete surprise. I don’t want Leora knowing anything until it’s ready.”

“Ok.” He says, tilting his head to the side and waiting.

“You know that guy who imports exotic cars? I saw a Chevrolet Corvette in his warehouse last week. I want it. Most likely he arranged it for another client, but I’ll pay more than what he’s asking. I also want it done in a custom color.”

“I can go over there and see if he’s willing to negotiate. I know he owes you a favor so we can call it in.”

“Yes - do that.”

I grin, knowing she is going to love this gift.

“What color do you want the car?”

“Fuchsia pink - with a glitter coat.”

Nathan pulls a face. He doesn’t even try to hide his distaste of my choice.

I laugh. “Obviously it’s for Leora - not me.”

“Yeah - that poor car, sir. It doesn’t deserve to be put through that kind of torture.”

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