Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Luca,” I say and look into his eyes. “I feel the same way about you.”
“I know you do.” He grins at me and I blink away some tears.
“Where the hell did that come from, anyway?”
“I’ve been thinking it a lot lately. I just want you to know how I feel, that’s all.”
“God, you’re such an asshole, making your pregnant wife cry.”
“My pregnant mafia wife, who’s about to fly to Greece to negotiate extending a weed deal with a bunch of bloodthirsty crime lords.”
“Oh, stop it.”
“I’m just teasing. I’ll be by your side the whole time.”
“I know you will.”
“Damir’s going to make a move sooner or later, and when he does, we’ll be ready.”
“The Russians don’t have anything on us.”
“Come on.” He stands and offers me his hand. “Let’s swim.”
I hesitate but let him help me up. We walk to the water together and it’s warm, the warmest it’s been all weak. The waves are calm and lap at my toes and we walk in together, wading in up to our waists, and we swim through the surf. He splashes me, kisses me, catches me up in his arms and we swirl together, feeling free and easy with nobody around, nothing to do, no obligations but to each other, and I feel like I could keep on going forever stroking out into the distance past the buoys and the breakers, past the boats, past the world, out into a new horizon, and I know he’d come with me.
Luca, our baby, our new beginning.