Taking the leap

(ARIELLE'S POV)

In the following days, things kept falling into place. My new life was taking a new shape soon, and I couldn't be more excited. The house, the restaurant, everything was coming together for food. Just as Maverick and I were building towers with his blocks, my phone buzzed.

"Girl! Guess what?" Ashley's voice screamed through the speaker.

I laughed. "What now?"

"Guess!" she insisted.

"Did you get a promotion?" I teased.

"I wish! No, it's bigger. You'll love this," she giggled. "Your house is ready!"

"Oh my God! Are you serious?" I squealed.

She went on about the newly installed chandeliers, plush furniture, and the kitchen she knew I'd die for. As much as I wanted to joke about her theatrics, her excitement mirrored my own.

"You'll love it. Trust me," she assured. But her tone suddenly shifted. "But hey, I really think it's a good time for you to come back. You know there's something else..."

""What is it?"

"I heard some weird stuff going on in Italy. Mafia stuff," she whispered, lowering her voice like someone could overhear us.

I rolled my eyes, amused. "Ashley, come on. We've been over this-no one's after me."

of the guy's stash. Wine, jewelry, gold, like something out of a movie." I laughed. "Ashley, I'm pretty sure I'm not on the mob's radar. And wait...are we talking

all you want. Just don't say I

could respond, a knock on the door interrupted us. "I have

soon!" she teased before I

door, his voice high-pitched with

usual warm smile was in place. However, there was something different

to his level. "Hey, remember that drawing you made for Uncle Dwayne? Why don't you go grab it and bring it to him? I'm sure he'd love to see

of Dwayne. "Oh, yeah! I'll go get it!"

soon as he disappeared, I straightened up and turned to Dwayne,

"Ok. What happened?"

a makeshift bandage. "Just a little accident," he said,

you hurt yourself like this, working in the

it comes

there was something simmering beneath the playful words. His gaze locked on mine,

ver

hard, pushing

flare of irritation.

snapped, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the kitchen. Tried not to care about

grabbed the first aid

I could feel the temperature of his body. I

need to be more careful Dwayne."

think I like it when you scold me." His lips quirked into a slow,

Arielle, don't try to reason

to focus on cleaning his cut, but my hands

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