Page 117 of His Two Hidden Masks

“I promise,” I said.

“Keep an eye on her, Leo,” Dylan said, not taking his eyes off of me.

“Totally unnecessary,” I muttered.

“Aye, aye, captain,” Leo said, giving him a salute.

“See you soon,” Dylan said. He held my face, kissed me, and walked away. I watched him the entire time, thinking one thought. That man was my husband, and he was going to play for me.

Leo stood next to me, eating another strawberry. “Did you see me salute?” He groaned. “He is just so pretty and powerful and I get weird. I can’t help myself.”

“You were fine,” I said. “He likes you.”

We moved away from the wall to join the crowd slowly filing into the ballroom. “This feels so crazy, Leo,” I whispered, putting my arm through his. “What if I like being married to him?”

“So what if you do?” Leo said. “Maybe instead of focusing on what might be wrong in your life you focus on the parts that feel right.”

“Not bad,” I said. “Although it does have a bit of a fortune cookie vibe.”

“That did sound good, didn’t it,” he said, wrinkling his nose.

“Is Roberto here? Is he all right?” I searched the crowd.

Leo smiled and pointed over my shoulder. “Roberto signed off on the plan. He’s okay, Bella. And he looks fine to me. What do you think?”

I stood on tiptoes and spotted Roberto waiting with Lissa by the ballroom doors. Lissa glittered in her ice blue gown. Roberto wore a black suit and jacket just like Dylan.

Roberto exchanged his mask for a crown and leaned against the wall, one arm around Lissa. She gazed at him with a sweet smile and I imagined sparks flying between them.

“They look good together,” I said to Leo.

“I know,” Leo said. He texted as he walked. He stopped and looked up at me. “Bella, you know that Dylan loves you.”

“He has never said it.”

“He doesn’t need to.” Leo rolled his eyes, his phone still in his hand. “The way he looks at you and touches you. Actions mean more. David used to say all the right things. He said them. He didn’t do. There is a big difference.”

“You know I can’t stay married to him,” I said. We circled an enormous chrome bar in the center of the room.

“Why not?” Leo shrugged. “As you know, I’m a man who falls in love easily. I fall fast and I fall hard and sometimes I get hurt.”

He inhaled. “David hurt, but if I don’t try again, if I let the fear of being hurt keep me from love, I might miss out on a night with the hottest tattooed Icelandic fisherman in the world.”

“That guy from the restaurant, Ari?” I squeezed Leo’s arm.

“He called. He is supposed to be here tonight.” Leo moved his shoulders up and down in a little dance. “Dylan looks at you like you are not just the most beautiful woman in the world, he looks at you like you are the only woman in the world. He doesn’t see anyone else, Bella.”

“Oh, Leo,” I said, my cheeks burning.

“You look at him like he’s a man who knows how to touch your soul,” Leo leaned in a wicked smile on his gorgeous face. “And other parts of you.”

“You are terrible.”

“Terribly good at falling in love,” Leo said. “Once you find the one who changes the color of your sky, you keep him. That guy is a keeper.”

I threw my arms around my best friend and hugged him. “You are the best.”

“I know.” Leo squeezed me back before pulling away. “Speaking of tall, dark, and handsome, Daddy likes.”

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