Page 139 of Possession

“Absolutely.”

“Oh, and Spencer?” The old man stops and turns back. “Landyn keeps asking about the boat. I promised her I’d make that happen soon. Make sure it’s fueled and ready. We’ll go as soon as we have some time.”

“Of course. If you let me know when, I’ll arrange for staff to accompany you.”

I shake my head and give him a small smile. “I’m not Damian. I want privacy with my wife. I can handle the boat on my own.”

Spencer nods as if I made him blush. “I’ll make sure it’s ready.”

One thing done.

I go back to the family room where Rocco is stretched out on the floor with an empty bag of cookies next to him. Landyn is across from him curled in a chair with her shoes kicked on the floor in front of her.

“Chica,” I interrupt.

Her gaze jumps to me, calm but alert.

Two days. We can make it two more days.

I lean down to kiss her. “I’ve got to talk to the guards. Hang out with Rocco but stay in the house. Spencer will be here if you need anything.”

She relaxes into her chair and shoots me a relieved smile. “Twist my arm, hubbalicious. I’ll make it my mission to distract Rocco from accounting for the rest of the day.”

“You guys kind of make me want to throw up,” Rocco mutters.

“Someday you’ll be in love, Rocco,” Landyn says. “I hope it’s so huge that it knocks you on your ass, and you can’t get up.”

“That sounds like a geriatric commercial,” Rocco spouts. “Am I going to need a call button for help? I don’t have time for you women or your drama. Life was hard enough trying not to get dead in my slum-ass old neighborhood.”

I ignore him and level my eyes on Landyn. “I’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll be here.”

I head straight for the soundproof garage. For the first time since I’ve walked into the Marino estate, I’m grateful for the way Damian built it.

Nic Decker is going to pay for what he did to Landyn, and it’s not going to be a quiet experience.

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Landyn

I haveno idea what Brax is doing, but since he’s been doing this for two years, I’m not going to wonder. I’m going to hang out with Rocco while I can.

“When do you get your test results?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

I frown. “They didn’t tell you?”

“They might’ve. I can’t remember.”

“Rocco.” I stand and walk to where he’s sprawled on the floor. “There’s no way you don’t remember. Do they mail it or do you log in or what?”

He rolls his eyes. “Chill, mom.”

My jaw drops. “You did not justmomme! We’re of the same generation, jerk … face.”

“Jerk face? That’s the best you can do? Youarea mom.”

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