The pride in her voice made his lips curve. He was happy, quite happy but he was not calm. Even as she relaxed against him, soft and trusting, his mind was already calculating again.
Luca lowered his mouth to Vee's hair and closed his eyes for one brief second.
Let me have this, he thought.
Just this one moment.
*****
Marco walked into Don's office in the morning. He was tired of sitting in one place. His head was doing perfectly fine despite what Ma thought. He wasn't dying. He had healed. He was beginning to suspect Carol simply did not want him to step back out into danger. Which was touching. Sweet even.
That was why he had snuck out of the house.
Massimo was seated behind his desk when Marco entered, pen in hand. In front of him lay papers, and a cheque he was issuing for more weapons. He looked up. His eyes moved over Marco once then his brow lifted. "Marco… Does Carol know you are out of bed?"
