Page 46 of Matteo

Confusion took over because I had no idea what she was talking about. “What girl?”

Rain giggled before she sat the cards down and picked up her blunt that had long burned out. “The one from Carmine’s party,” she said motioning to her chest. “She had some real tig ol’ biddies.”

“Oh her,” I grinned feeling my cheeks burn as the smoke climbed into the air when Rain exhaled. “No…she wasn’t my type anyway.”

“Oh, and what is your type, Agent Zacharra?” she picked the cards back up and flipped over three more.

I picked up my coffee that had grown warm and took a deep sip. “You already know my type.”

However, I don’t even think Rain heard me, she was staring at the cards again.

The Emperor.

The Empress.

And finally,The Tower.

Rain’s face became distorted, and she looked the cards over even further. “Matteo…”

Shock rolled over my skin, and the Corsican stirred. We liked hearing our name roll off her tongue.

We liked it a fucking lot.

“Yes?”

“These male and female figures…the tower. There’s so much danger around you.”

Her eyes almost seemed to water. “Hey Stizzy, I’m an FBI agent. There’s always some risk.”

“But…this is…the Emperor and the Empress usually together they represent parental figures. And the tower denotes danger.”

I let out a loud laugh, slapping my knee sure that her cards were probably picking up danger for the next-door neighbor or something. I finished off the rest of the coffee, savoring the last bitter drops. “Well, I know somethings off, Stizzy cause my mother’s been dead for years. She killed herself on Mason’s birthday and I found her. My father though…he’s a son of bitch, so it’s probably his new wife.”

Rain dabbed at her eye. “Maybe…yeah maybe that’s what they’re picking up. I’m sorry…about your mom.”

I shrugged. “She put up with my father for as long as she possibly could. It was a long time ago.”

Rain nodded her head slowly, her eyes darting to the cards and then back to me. “I’m still sorry.”

“It’s okay. But look, I came by because I wanted to apologize about last night.”

She stood up and held up her hands as if trying to stop my words. “Again, trying to forget it happened.”

A sigh brushed past my lips, and I put a hand on my hip to keep myself from reaching for her. I could still taste her juices on my tongue from last night. It was as if they had imprintedthemselves in my memory. I wanted to taste her again so badly, and my Corsican wanted the same. It felt as if he was ready to rip through my muscles and flesh.

“Last night I was wrong.”

Rain stared at me, a pensive look decorating her face. Her face seemed to shimmer under the morning light. She’d never looked more beautiful to me. “What?”

“Yeah, Rain. I never should have invaded your space like that…I was…I wasn’t myself last night.”

Her brown eyes searched my own as if trying to decipher if I had some hidden agenda. "You’re right, you shouldn’t have done that.”

I nodded. “I just really wanted to apologize to you and say sorry. I’m not the type of guy to force a woman…”

Rain took a breath. “Thank you. For the coffee and the apology.”

I nodded, a soft smile pulling at my lips. Before I could say another word, my cell phone started ringing.

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