The Woman at the Docks Read online Jessica Gadziala (Grassi Family #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Grassi Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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But climb out I did...

Chapter Fifteen

Romy

Everyone knew.

That was what Luca had told me in bed the night before, his fingers sifting in and out between mine, the sweetest gesture I think I had ever experienced before. It was almost like he couldn't get enough of watching our hands together.

Or, of course, that was my wishful thinking, my fanciful heart playing tricks on me.

Regardless of all of that, apparently, Matteo, Lucky, and even his father hadn't been fooled. They all knew I'd been staying with Luca.

Or, possibly, one knew and had shared that information with the others.

Either way, I had shot up in the bed, turning to look down at him, eyes wide.

"Are you in trouble?"

"In trouble?" he repeated, smile lazy, tired. "What's he going to do? Take my Xbox away?" he added, shaking his head.

"You don't have an Xbox. But you know what I mean. Are they angry?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I didn't ask."

"But didn't they, I don't know, imply what their feelings were?"

"Not particularly," he said, putting both hands behind his head, widening his chest, smiling at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort in the matter.

"Men," I grumbled, shaking my head.

"It doesn't matter if they're mad, sweetheart."

"What kind of logic is that? They're your family. Of course it matters if they're mad."

"Even if they are, they'll get over it," he told me, shrugging again.

This was—this was simply not how my family operated. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that my family was disproportionately female, and we were always worried about pissing each other off, or hurting feelings.

I couldn't imagine knowing I made a family member angry and thinking they'll get over it.

"It's my life, Romy. They don't get to weigh in on it."

"But this is more than just your life. This is your work too."

Luca reached out, grabbing my arm, yanking me down. "It must be exhausting to worry about every little detail."

"It is," I admitted, curling up on his chest. "But sometimes you need to worry about things."

"Before they happen? Can't imagine that is ever a useful way to spend your time."

'Well, no. It's not useful. But it's what normal people do regardless."

"So, we can just be abnormal," he suggested, finger starting to sift through my hair.

And, well, he made it sound very possible.

At least for those quiet couple of minutes before sleep.

Once I was rested and conscious again, though, all I felt was anxiety.

About what his father was thinking about me, his brother, Lucky, all his other men. About my sister. About what kind of recovery she might need to have. About what was going on with Luca and me. About what kind of future we might have. Or what it would be like to lose him.

I worried myself into knots before noon.

"What did I say about stressing about all this shit we can't change?" Luca asked when he came home at lunch time, running his finger between my brows, erasing the worry lines there. "How about we get out of here for a little bit?" he suggested. "You're probably just stir crazy."

He wasn't wrong about that. I had started organizing his medicine cabinet and rearranging his shoes by how worn they were. You could say I was a whole new level of bored.

"Go where?" I asked, already going through my new wardrobe in my head, wondering what piece I wanted to wear first.

"Anywhere. Nowhere. Food. A drive. Whatever you want."

"Food and then a drive to somewhere to eat said food sounds pretty good," I suggested.

"Alright. Let's go then," he invited, holding an arm out.

"I can't go like this," I told him, waving a hand down at his white shirt I was wearing yet again. I was pretty sure he bought a whole bunch of new ones the other day simply because I was wearing them all the time.

"I see nothing wrong with what you have on," he told me, smile devilish.

"I have no panties on," I told him.

"Still not seeing the problem, sweetheart."

"Except when we maybe need to sit down on a blanket to eat and I have to sit cross-legged and other men might—"

"Panties. Pants. A matronly mumu," he demanded, making me laugh as I moved down the hall.

I tried not to do that thing. You know, the girl thing where we take five hours to get ready.

That said, this was officially the first time I could really put myself together, look nice for him. It seemed pointless to do so when I was sitting around in the house all day. I lived in fear of makeup getting on his very light couches.

So I let myself go ahead and be a little girly, knowing Luca didn't mind waiting a few extra minutes while I fixed my hair, put on some of the makeup I'd had Tina pick up for me since it was not something I could ask Luca to pick up—a man who likely didn't know the difference between blush and eyeshadow.



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