“Where do you think they get the inspiration for those movies?” Nonna asks.
“So, Nonna.” Brogan drapes their arm around their grandmother’s shoulder. “Are you low-key telling us that Grandpa faked his death?”
“Widowed me at thirty-two in a barn fire. We had a funeral and everything.”
“I take it your grandfather didn’t die young?”
Deo shakes his head. “He only died a few years ago and he was almost ninety.”
“My cousin is a genius.” Nonna pats my back. “Trust me.”
“I do.”
We drive back to the family compound with a plan that has me feeling hopeful in spite of how off the wall it is. There’s a chance I can stay with Deo, if he wants me to. I guess I should be brave enough to ask.
“Deo?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for coming and helping me out.”
He nods, biting his bottom lip. “This is a lot to process.”
“I know.”
“Not just you, but finding out Nonna is an OG.”
“OG?”
“Original gangster.”
“Got it.” I squeeze his knee. “Good to have in your corner.”
“For sure.”
When he doesn’t say anything else, I continue. “After this is resolved, I’ll understand if you want me to find a new place to stay. Maybe we can start over and get to know each other in a deeper way.”
Deo stays quiet, looking down at his hands. I guess his silence is my answer. I blew it with him. My only chance is to hope he’ll let me prove I can be good for him.
“Deo?”
“We’ll talk when we’re alone.”
I nod, saying nothing else.
By the time we get back, the sun is shining, bouncing off the snow to create a bright landscape. I wish I felt as relaxed as I’d like to be returning to this place I’ve grown fond of, but I shouldn’t get comfortable. For all I know, I’ll be sleeping on the couch from now on.
Brogan drives us to the cottage and the four of us file from the car to the living room. Nonna takes a seat on the couch and digs her phone out of her handbag.
“Get your things together, Balt. I’ll make some calls.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“What can I do?” Brogan asks.
“You and Deo are on standby. After I talk to my cousin, I’ll have an action plan for us.”
“Got it.”