I nod shakily. It’s probably the closest thing to an apology I’ll ever get from Luca. A typical alpha male, the man doesn’t believe in sayingI’m sorryeven when he’swrong.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go get yourstuff.”
My brows shoot to my hairline. “Excuseme?”
“Your stuff. Clothes, photo albums, knickknacks, whatever other girly shit you filled all those boxes with, plus that writing desk you’ve got wrapped in bubbles. We’ll get it tomorrow, before thewedding.”
“And we’ll be doing thatbecause…”
“Till this shit is cleared up, you’re staying here. With me. Don’t want youalone.”
“Absolutely not!” I hissimmediately.
“Where else are yougonnago?”
“My parents’ place, inNantucket.”
“I’ll rephrase. Where are you gonna go that those two thugs or others like them can’t track you down with one fucking Googlesearch?”
Shit.
My mind whirls. “For your information, the Macombers offered me a room and a full-time nannying position. I can staythere.”
“One door down from the place you were attacked? Genius move, babe.” He shakes his head. “You’re staying here. End ofdiscussion.”
“You can’t order mearound!”
“Can.Will.Did.”
I glare at him. “You’re beingajerk.”
“Delilah,” he growls, back to his angrysmash-stab-killtones. “Piece of advice — don’t fight me on this. Youwon’twin.”
With that, he stalks back inside, leaving me (both literally and figuratively) inthedark.
* * *
Isnugglewith Fenway on the sectional, so pissed off I could spit. Glaring up at the ceiling, I think of a variety of creative ways to take my revenge on the mammoth man in the next room now that I’m his unwilling houseguest. Also known as ahostage.
If he intends to keep me here, I’ll just have to make it equally unpleasantforhim.
Switch his sugar outforsalt.
Cut holes in the crotch of all hissweatpants.
Change his Netflix password to somethingobscure.
Walk around nude, just to drive himcrazy.
Ha! That’llshowhim!
…and probably get me screwed sideways before I canblink.
Which wouldbebad.
Verybad.
Right?