Page 34 of Her Overprotective Fiance

And just a bit terrified.

Because childhood wounds never really heal completely, and I think there'll always be a part of me that would wonder if a day would ever come that even someone like Giancarlo would—-

"In time..."

And there it is,I think dully.

He's going to tell me the same things my father used to say, just before he'd start beating me up.

In time...you'll learn not to disrespect me.

In time...you'll know what's good for you.

In time...

"You will."

My heart stops beating.

Giancarlo lets go of my hand.

And still I wait...for nothing, it seems.

I don't get it.

Is that really it?

In time, he says,you will...what?

Dark eyes gleam at me.

"Do you need it spelled out,dolcezza?"

It seems like I do, but I'm too proud to admit it out loud.

"You said,'fuck you.' And my reply is..."

His earlier words echo in my mind—-

In time...you will.

And this time, to both our surprise—-

I actually end up...blushing.

Coincidence

"I HATE HIM, I HATEhim, I hate him."

It's eleven in the evening, and I've successfully imposed myself on my only friend.

"I mean it, Maryse. Ihatehim—-"

The other woman only rolls her eyes at my passionate claim. "Do you want some tea?"

"Maryse!"

But my friend only raises a brow. "Yes or no?"

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