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Then Sabrina said softly, “I’m really glad we did this.”

I refocused on her, looking past her faint bruise to snare her captivating gaze. “So am I.”

When I wrapped my hand behind her head and drew her close, bending so that my mouth covered hers, all my negative thoughts dissolved as if they’d never been.

Today was all about us.

I’d worry about my unhealthy fascination with my wife…tomorrow.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sabrina

I’d turn into a prune if I stayed in the shower for much longer. I tilted back my face, allowing the hot spray to envelop me while it rinsed off the suds I’d lathered up on my body.

I closed my eyes, thinking back on my day.

It had been magical, made even more so knowing I could get on the back of a motorcycle again without fear of falling apart. Trusting the rider in front of me had definitely helped. Ethan was an incredible rider. But then, was there anything he wasn’t good at?

Though I was glad now to be back home—if I could even call Ethan’s penthouse suite that—I was also despondent that he’d left me to attend to mafia business. Whatever it’d been, he’d looked stern, forbidding. I only hoped whoever was at the receiving end of his ire would still be alive by the end of it.

A knock sounded on the bathroom door and I frowned. No one was allowed into the penthouse without Ethan’s knowledge, especially not while I was taking a shower. I turned off the water, my breath catching and my hands shaky. Surely Lorenzo wouldn’t be this brazen, this single-minded to get to me?

“Who is it?” I called out.

“It’s me, Isabella.”

I slumped, my heart rate slowing even as I dragged in a relieved breath.

I stepped out of the shower onto a thick mat, wrapped a towel around me and swung open the door. “Isabella!” Steam escaped from the bathroom to cloud the face of my gorgeous sister-in-law. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here?” she asked, fanning away the steam. “It’s not just my brothers who have their own apartment below this one. I have one too.”

“You do?”

“Yes!” She grimaced. “A pity it also comes with bodyguards.” She laughed, her mood too upbeat to stay down for longer than a second. “I can’t believe Ethan didn’t tell you I was here. I guess he also didn’t mention that theater acting is my passion? It’s why I stay here as much as I can so I’m able to rehearse and perform.”

“I had no idea!” I play-slapped her shoulder. “You clever thing!” I folded my arms. “Though to be honest, I’m shocked your father allows you to do it.”

“Only because I told him it’d help me to perfect the part of a mafia wife one day.” Her jaw clenched. “He’d allow me to do anything if it meant furthering his own cause.”

I blinked, stunned to realize she hated her father. Not that I blamed her.

“Of course, now that my brother is don, I have to convince him that I’m an adult and acting is something I’ll continue doing whether he likes it or not!”

“He can be obstinate,” I conceded. I’d learned that the hard way.

“Can’t all men?” She broke into another smile. “But enough about the pigheaded males in my family. I’m more upset about the fact you and me could have been hanging out together!”

“Right?”

She nodded. “Men! They’re all the same. The world revolves around their work and play. Actually, the latter is why I’m here.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “There’s an absolutely amazing rock band on tonight at the club. Say you’ll come out with me!”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said slowly, though an overriding need to go with her quickly built inside me. I loved dancing and I badly needed to release some of the tension inside me.

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