Page 91 of Say I Do

My phone buzzed. I sighed, yanking it back out.

I need to stop overthinking this. Whatever happens, happens.

Quincy: Traffic is backed up. Going to be another twenty.

Me: You drive like a bitch

Quincy: Bet be there in 10

Me: Got what I need?

Quincy: Always

I put my phone away and headed toward the kitchen. There was no way I was going to cook. Not unless we all wanted food poisoning.

“You think we could get out of going to the rehearsal tomorrow if we got food poisoning?” I opened the fridge and sighed before letting it close.

When there was no answer, I sauntered into the living room to find my husband brooding.

“Why do you look like I bit one of your nuts off?”

Benito’s brows furrowed further as he glanced over from the private elevator to me. “What?”

I laughed, unable to contain it. “Your face.” I sauntered over to him and plopped down on his lap. I grunted and moved a little. “Are you happy to see me, or is that a gun?”

“Both.” Benito’s arms went around my waist effortlessly.

It screamed domesticated, but I couldn’t figure out if I’d tamed Benito Vitale or he’d tamed me.

“Any reason why?” My fingertips brushed along his jaw, the tiny hairs there tickling my flesh. It was something intimate and so out of character. I couldn’t help but want to touch Benito. It only seemed to be getting worse by the day.

Benito leaned into my touch as if begging for more. My stomach flipped as he turned his head and kissed my fingertips. I could easily imagine him thinking about how delicate my fingers were. I’d kick his ass if I wasn’t starting to think it was cute.

There was a knock at the door. Only Benito and his brothers ever used the private elevator. I glanced over my shoulder just as Tony opened it. He stood up taller next to Quincy. My best friend waltzed in like he owned the place. His hair was dyed a bright green today. His brown skin was littered with scars that he tended to show off proudly. Our eyes met, and his pierced brow lifted.

“Uh, interrupting the newlyweds?” His head tilted, and a smile I knew all too well crossed his face.

“Quincy.” I attempted to get up, but Benito held me tighter. I glanced at my husband, trying to figure out what he was doing. His gaze was focused on Quincy.

“Har!” Lorelei appeared from behind Quincy’s tall frame. She was rounder than the last time I’d seen her. How long had it been? Too long since I’d last seen my sister. She wore a soft baby blue dress. Her hair was down in beautiful ringlets, and her makeup was light. She was the picture perfect housewife, what Benito should have had.

Tension bled into every muscle as I fought not to look at Benito. What if he was looking at her with want? What if he saw Lorelei and realized what he really missed out on? My heart was ramming rapidly against my ribcage, and my blood rushed, drowning out any sound around me.

Benito pulled me tighter against him. Just like that, my panic calmed. I blinked as the living room came back into focus. I finally looked at him and was instantly captured by his dark brown eyes. I could see the question on his face. I leaned against him and squeezed his wrist to let him know I was fine.

He wore the rings I’d picked out for him on our date. That one little thing made me feel so much better. Like he really did want me here.

“Let’s get you a seat. Hey, butler, why don’t you get something to drink,” Quincy said.

“Not a butler. Get your own shit.” Tony looked to Benito. “Need anything, boss?”

“It’s all good. Thank you, Tony.”

He nodded and slammed the door behind him.

“Man, you have shit service here,” Quincy said. He moved one of the kitchen chairs for Lorelei.

“I can go make us some tea,” she offered.

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