Page 141 of Craving Danger

“Have you talked about marriage and children?”

“Yes.” I grin at Mom. “We’d like to have two children, but we’ll see what the future holds.”

“Are you still going to work for him?”

“Yes.” Before Mom can throw the follow-up question at me, I say, “Franco is fine with it.”

“Really?”

I nod while holding a cute yellow dress in front of me.

“Oooh, I like that one,” Mom says.

I glance at Via, and she nods her approval.

When we walk to the counter to pay, Mom mentions, “He comes across as a very intense man.”

“It’s one of the things I love about him,” I reply while I look at some hats and scarves.

“He’s quite handsome.”

I grin at Mom. “Right?”

“Doesn’t it bother you when other women look at him?” she asks.

“No.” I place the clothes on the counter and add Mom’s items to the pile. “They can drool all they want. He’s mine.”

When Mom digs in her handbag for her wallet, I say, “Today’s shopping spree is sponsored by Franco.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod as I tap the credit card on the machine before tucking it back into my wallet.

I grab the bag, and when we continue to walk through the mall, Mom says, “I love how Franco looks at you.”

“Yeah? How does he look at me?”

“As if you’re his entire world.”

I let out a chuckle. “He actually tells me that on a daily basis.”

Mom hooks her arm through mine. “I’m really happy you met the one, sweetie.”

“Me too.”

Chapter 45

Franco

Scott sits at the kitchen table, watching as I roast the potatoes with herbs until they’re crispy.

“Where did you learn to cook?” he asks.

“My mom.” I glance at him from over my shoulder. “She practically lived in the kitchen.”

“Do your parents live in New York?”

I shake my head. “They passed away a few years ago.”

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