Page 117 of Say I Do

“Watch the road, Gin,” Enzo groaned.

I slipped back into the room and put everything except the diary papers back the way I found them.

“Should I do anything like take the sweets away?” I asked.

“Not unless you want a bullet wound,” Gin said.

“He wouldn’t shoot, Harlow,” Enzo said matter-of-factly.

I wasn’t too sure if that was true. How Benito was devouring food, I was afraid he’d bite my hand off.

“Are you two almost here?”

“Traffic, but I’ll take some of the back roads. Another thirty at most,” Enzo said.

“I could—”

“No, Gin. If you drive on the sidewalk again, Benito is going to take the car away.”

“He’d have to pry Baby from my cold dead hands.”

I was starting to feel bad for Ash. He was one of the most marshmallowy men I’d ever met, and he was with a lunatic. Giancarlo made me seem sane.

“Fine, then I’ll go sit on my hands and watch him eat his weight in sweets.”

“We will be there soon,” Enzo said.

I hung the phone up and headed out to see where Benito was. The papers burned in my pocket making it impossible to forget about them.

“Harlow, have you seen the chocolate sauce?”

I blinked a few times and sauntered over to the couch. I just needed to forget about it for now. I could figure it all out later.

“You drank it last night.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Want to come watch some tv?”

“Need to finish up some of this work. I might have lost a few contracts, but it doesn’t mean I’m out of business.” He kept talking but it was muffled by the chocolate covered strawberries he kept popping into his mouth.

“Uh, okay.” I had no idea what to say to him anymore. I flipped the tv on and sat there, watching but not at the same time. My mind was a million miles away.

Exactly thirty minutes passed when the private elevator doors opened. I was up and off the couch in seconds. I’d never been more relieved to see Benito’s brothers. Our relationship wasn’t super close, but I was lost as to what to do with Benito and they were my only hope.

“Hey,” Gin said.

I nodded to them both. “He’s—”

As if summoned, Benito stormed down the hallway, not once glancing our way as he headed for the kitchen.

“Shit,” Giancarlo whispered. “I haven’t seen him consume this much sugar in a long time.”

“It’s like that time he started eating it from a baggie by the spoonful. Remember that cop thought it was cocaine until he tasted it?” Enzo asked.

There was no way in hell any of that was real. I stared at my husband as he grabbed the cookie dough from the fridge. He peeled back the wrapper as if it was a banana peel before taking a bite.

Giancarlo laughed. “I remember catching him in the fridge at 2 am eating chocolate cake topped with whipped cream.”

“Great, so you guys know how to fix this, right?” I looked at them pleadingly. “I already made a trip to the store, Tony has as well, and he isn’t sleeping with how much sugar he’s eating.”

Giancarlo’s eyes widened. “Wow, you’re sounding more and more like a husband every day. Ash doesn’t nag this much.”

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