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

all you want. Just don't say I didn't warn

"I have to go. I think Dwayne's here. I'll

she teased before I hung

his voice high-pitched with

warm smile was in place. However, there was something different today, like something...heavier in his eyes. I suddenly noticed

level. "Hey, remember that drawing you made for Uncle Dwayne? Why

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

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

"Ok. What happened?"

hand and forearm toward me, both wrapped in a makeshift bandage. "Just a little accident," he said, his tone casual, but his eyes lingered on mine as

his hand. "Seriously? How could you hurt yourself like this, working in the kitchen? Are you

when it comes

was low, teasing, but there was something simmering beneath the playful

ver

pushing down

flare of irritation.

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

first aid kit,

close enough that I could feel the temperature of his body. I glanced

more careful Dwayne." I

it when you scold me." His lips

Arielle, don't try to reason with the

on cleaning his cut, but my hands

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