Boss (Chianti Kisses #2) by Tara Oakes Read Free Book Online Page B

sure of its implications.
    “I’m not saying we’re gonna start trying,” I explain, but he seems more confused than before. “But… maybe we could not not try for a while.”
    He reaches out, his hand resting on my chin, holding it lovingly. “Are you sure , V? I mean, I never want to push you to do anything your not ready to.”
    I smile and nuzzle into his hand, kissing his palm. “I know. I’m sure.”
    His lips seek mine, confessing his love for me along the way. “You surprise me every single day, baby.”
    I kiss him over and over again, knowing that he’s practically exploding with happiness right now. We part for a second, each of us looking around the room, searching for the source of the noxious smell. We both settle our gaze on the pot of soup with black smoke billowing out from under the tightly fitting lid.
    Dom jumps up to turn off the burner and drops the pot into the sink, running cool water to cool the burning soup.
    “I’ll order the pizza, babe,”
    I leave the room to go find my phone.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    DOM
     
    I manage to deactivate the alarm clock promptly before 5AM, so it doesn’t have the opportunity to wake V up. I really just use it as a backup in case I have a hard sleep, but last night was no such luck. Even though V gave me some of the best news of my life last night, agreeing to be open about starting a family, I wasn’t able to sleep a wink.
    It’s like the quiet before the storm.
    Nick was able to add the spyware to the website spying on V, but so far it’s been quiet. No new attempts to upload anything. I sent him the reflected image that Carmine was able to find in one of the stills. Finding one possible match will take some time, but that doesn’t mean that I have to be patient about it.
    Unpacking from our honeymoon and sifting through the wedding gifts that continue to arrive daily was enough to keep V’s hands full yesterday, but she’ll most definitely have to leave the estate today. I know if I try to dissuade her from any errands, it’ll only serve to raise her suspicions. So far, she has no clue what’s going on. I know it won’t last forever, but I want to keep it going as long as I can.
    Juanita, the main housekeeper is the only other early riser in the house. I can see the white hue of the kitchen lights wafting into the openness of the foyer as I pass. I moved my gym equipment down to the basement last year before V and her mom came to stay with us for a few months. It may not be as convenient as having a gym steps away from your bedroom, but it sure beats having to drive to the sports club in town.
    My office may offer me an escape, but it comes with its own stresses. The Miami hub has practically doubled our incoming shipments, and there never seems to be an end to the paperwork and emails. But this place, this private sanctuary in the depths of the house, offers me the only peace and quiet I can find.
    The clanking of the weights, the coldness to the leather, the low electronic humming of the treadmill beneath me… it hypnotizes me as I cast out my pent-up frustrations and exert all of the excess energy from my muscles. I punch out rep after rep to just get it all out, leaving my arms feeling like Jell-O after forty minutes.
    I grab a clean towel from the pile of rolled linens and a cold water from the small fridge before I leave my little oasis and face the hassles of the day. The morning is now in full swing, with the buzz of movement in the air as the staff carries out their routines.
    I hear my wife’s soft voice from the breakfast nook, and stop by in passing.
    “I think I can swing it, I just have a few errands to run. I might be a couple of minutes late,” She jabs on the phone while buttering her toast. The rasping of the knife against the crisped bread scratches out as she picks up her conversation. “Theresa, I can manage it. Really. It’s fine.”
    I lift my eyes from the orange juice I’m pouring at the mere mention of my sisters