As I was wondering this, Benny was rounding the bed again. “Like I said, Ma’s stocked the fridge, but while I’m out, you want me to pick up anything?”
If I knew Theresa, there would not be one thing anyone on the block needed that would be lacking in Benny’s fridge.
However, this was a golden opportunity to buy more time.
Especially if I sent him to more than just the drugstore.
“Tapioca pudding,” I declared.
He stopped at my side of the bed and looked down at me. “Say again?”
“Tapioca pudding. Not the snack-pack size. The big tub.”
He stared at me.
I scrambled to think of more shit he could buy.
“And a trashy romance novel. I don’t care which one, but the less the guy on the cover is wearing, the better. Tattoos are a plus. Leather is another plus. And if there’s an indication that he’s a shifter, buy the whole series.”
“I am not buyin’ books with pictures of guys with no clothes on them,” Benny said, deep and not easy.
It was worth a shot.
I gave up on that and reeled it off. “Fanta Grape. Diet. Chocolate-covered cashews. Cookies from D’Amato’s. And a Lincoln’s sub wouldn’t go amiss.”
His eyes had narrowed at my mention of D’Amato’s, as it would seeing as they were pizza competition to Vinnie’s.
He let that slide, though, and instead noted, “Babe, Lincoln’s is in Hobart.”
“Yeah? So?”
“Francesca, I’m not drivin’ forty minutes to fuckin’ Indiana to buy you a sub.”
“We have to have dinner,” I pointed out.
“Yeah. So later I’m goin’ in to Vinnie’s to make you a pie.”
My heart squeezed.
I’d heard through the grapevine that Benny had succumbed to Vinnie Senior’s pressure and learned the sacred Bianchi art of making a pizza pie. A friend of mine even shared that Vinnie had put up a new sign for the restaurant, changing it from Vinnie’s Pizzeria to Vinnie and Benny’s Pizzeria.
Since learning Benny had taken over the kitchen at Vinnie’s, I’d wanted one of his pies. Ma always said, a guy who cooked was a keeper (advice she did not take herself). What Ma would say if she’d ever met one was that if you found a guy who cooked and looked like Benny, you should consider surgical attachment.
Of course, I hadn’t allowed myself go to Vinnie’s and have one of Benny’s pies. This was because I would have been run out on a rail if I’d tried.
I stopped thinking about Benny making a pizza and said, “Okay, subs tomorrow night then.”
He tipped his head back and looked at the ceiling.
I needed to move this along so I stated, “I think that’s all.”
He looked at me. “You sure?”
He was being sarcastic.
I didn’t call him on that and just nodded.
His eyes narrowed again.
I attempted to look innocent.
Eventually, he muttered, “Fuck. Be back,” and bent to take the envelope with my prescriptions out of my hand before he started to make a move to the door.
This was a problem, seeing as he carried me in but didn’t carry my bag in. My purse was in my bag and I’d need that to order a taxi.
“Ben, could you bring my bag in before you go?” I called to his departing back.
He turned and leveled his eyes on me. “No. I can’t. ’Cause your shit is in that bag, including your wallet and phone. Got a cell, don’t need a house phone. So you got any bright ideas to take off, you can’t call a taxi, you can’t pay a taxi, and you sure as fuck can’t walk anywhere you could get a taxi. But don’t matter. I’m hittin’ old lady Zambino across the street and tellin’ her to keep an eye out. You know she’ll be glued to the window, I ask. And she’ll call me, she sees you attemptin’ a getaway. I’ll also be hittin’ Tony next door. He’ll keep an eye out back. So you got a bright idea, cara, get rid of it. ’Cause your ass is in that bed until you have a sit-down with Ma, let Pop say his words to make amends, and you and me got a meetin’ of the minds about the future.”
That was when I felt my eyes narrow, even as what he said made my heart beat funny.
“So, what you’re saying is, you actually have kidnapped me.”
“You wanna look at it that way, go ahead. Don’t give a fuck. You took a bullet to the belly, babe. Didn’t hit your gut, but it did damage, so I gave you a week and a half to pull your shit. Now I’m done with that.”
“I think I’ve noticed that since you’ve kidnapped me,” I returned.
“Do you want your pudding and fuckin’ grape soda?” he asked.
“Yes, because that’ll give me something to throw at you,” I answered.
“Okay, both those are off my shoppin’ list,” he shot back. “Do you want your pain meds?”
I snapped my mouth shut because the pain was nagging. I could ignore it while plotting my escape or arguing with Benny. When neither was an option open to me, I had a feeling I couldn’t.
He watched me snap my mouth shut, hesitated only a moment, and then strode back to the bed.
He, however, didn’t hesitate to lean in and wrap a hand around the side of my neck and dip his face so close, I could see those eyes now warm and gentle in a way my heart really wanted to melt. I just wouldn’t let it.
“You’re crazy-brave, babe,” he said quietly. “You proved that a week and a half ago. You’re crazy-beautiful and I ’spect you been that way all your life. You’re crazy-funny. You’re crazy-sweet. But you’re just plain crazy if you think you can do what you did for this family, be the way you were with me that night before they took Cal and Vi, and think I’m lettin’ you move to fuckin’ Indianapolis without us havin’ a conversation. You know what this is. That’s why you’re freakin’ and hidin’. I know what this is. That’s why I’m not lettin’ this shit go.” His fingers squeezed and he got even closer. “We’re talkin’. You don’t like that, I don’t give a fuck. Seven years I been fuckin’ up. Right now, that shit ends.”
And with that, he pulled me to him (but gently, God!), kissed my forehead, let me go, and before I could say a word, he disappeared out the door.
I stared at it, feeling his words gather in my belly, and the way they did, I liked the feeling.
Then I glared at it, wishing I had something to throw, even if he was long gone and I wouldn’t hit him.
The only things I had were magazines and a remote, and if I threw any of them, I’d have to haul myself out of bed and go get them.
So, instead, I took the only option open to me.
I snatched up Ben’s universal remote, pointed it at the TV, and commenced fucking with all of his settings so it would take him at least an hour to sort that shit out.
Done with that, I filled his Netflix favorites queue with programs that would make Homeland Security put him on a watch list.
While I waited for his return, I selected the most non-Benny television show Netflix had to offer (Dr. Who, precisely), let it play in the background, and flipped through my People.
While doing so, I fell dead asleep.
Genuinely.
Chapter Two
Shakespeare
I woke up feeling a t-shirt-covered chest under my cheek and hand, an arm angled down my back, hand resting on my hip, and I heard baseball on the TV.
I opened my eyes and saw I was right, white tee stretched across a broad chest, a chest my hand was resting on.
I instantly rolled to my back. The arm around me let me, but the tee came with me and then Benny was up on an elbow in the bed, forearm under me, upper body looming over me. Now I could see tee spread across a broad chest and shoulders, a handsome face with the beginnings of a sexy five o’clock shadow, tousled dark hair, and gentle dark brown eyes.