Page 29 of A Sinner's Saint

“Don’t let Gio see you doing that.” Gabe juts his chin towards my foot.

“Good thing he’s too busy playing house then.” I chuckle. I follow my brother into the room and watch as Gabe works fucking wonders on Santo, who finally lies down and goes the fuck to sleep.

By the time I get to my own room, I have a few hours before we jump back onto the jet. I pick up my phone and message Cammi.

Me:

I think we should move in together. I can buy us a house or an apartment.

Cammi:

That’s… a lot. Are you okay?

Me:

I’m not with you. So, no, I’m not okay.

Cammi:

When do you get back?

Me:

We should land around lunchtime.

Cammi:

I can’t wait. How was the wedding?

Me:

It was good. Until Santo got wasted and started talking to a ghost.

Cammi:

Really? A ghost? What ghost?

Me:

It’s a long story.

My phone starts ringing in my hand and Cammi’s picture lights up the screen. “Hey.”

“How are you really?” she asks.

“Tired,” I admit.

“Have you slept at all?”

I can hear the concern in her voice. I hate that she’s worried about me. She might not know why I don’t sleep well, or what my nightmares are about, but she realises that I sleep better when I’m next to her. “A couple of hours. I’m fine though. I don’t want you to worry.”

“I’m allowed to worry about you. It’s what girlfriends do,” she says, then adds, “I have an idea!”

“I don’t like being the thing that makes you worry. But what’s your idea?” I ask her.

“You’ll see when you get back. I’m going to send you an address. That’s if you still want to see me this afternoon?”

I laugh. “There is nothing I want to do more than see you, Cammi.”

---