Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Lola

The SUV hummed along the freeway, the miles to LA ticking down in the dashboard glow. Gino drove with one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around an oversized gas station coffee, his sunglasses low enough to glance at her in the rearview. Dom was in the passenger seat, reclined like the ride was a personal limo instead of a security detail.

They’d spent the past week circling each other with playful jabs, turning guarded tolerance into something closer to camaraderie.

“So explain this again,” Dom said, twisting in his seat to face her. “We’re going to an art thing… for tattoos… and half the people there will be drunk?”

Lola grinned. “It’s an expo. And yes. And don’t pretend you’re not excited about the free booze.”

Gino snorted. “We’re not there to drink. We’re there to keep you from getting murdered by… whatever kind of crowd you attract.”

“They’re worse than you think,” she said. “Sharp objects, champagne, zero impulse control. It’s basically a gladiator arena with better lighting.”

Dom pointed at her. “See? This is why Enzo sent us–because you make that sound fun.”

That’s because it is fun.” She popped a grape in her mouth. “You two are gonna have a blast.”

They were still laughing when her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced down, and her smirk deepened. A few minutes earlier, she’d sent Enzo the wedding video–the one where he slid the ring onto her finger like he’d been waiting his whole life, and she’d looked at him like she’d been waiting too.

Enzo: “So… we’ve been married this entire time.”

She bit her lip, thumbs flying.

Lola: “Don’t sound so surprised, husband. I make a great wife.”

Enzo: “You make me want to get on a plane right now.”

God, I miss him. Miss his hands. His mouth. That way he looked at me like I was trouble he’d never survive but would go down fighting for anyway.

Lola: ‘I’ll make it worth the wait.”

Enzo: “You’d better.”

“Uh–oh,” Dom said, watching her smile at her phone. “She’s got the ‘Enzo just texted me‘ face.”

“I do not,” she shot back.

“You absolutely do,” Gino said. “Eyes go soft. Mouth does that little curve thing. You’re thinking about him naked right now, aren’t you?”

She leveled a look at him. “You want me to describe it? Because I can. In detail.”

Lola leaned back, the phone still warm in her palm, already more impatient for this trip to be over–because when Enzo came home, she was going to make damn sure he knew exactly how much she’d missed him.

The SUV ate up the miles, Gino’s playlist shamelessly swinging from 90s rap to something that sounded suspiciously like stripper anthems. The sun was setting, bleeding gold and pink through the windows, and Lola was stretched in the backseat like she owned it–legs kicked over the center console, phone in hand, smile just this side of wicked.

“Truth or dare,” she announced.

Dom twisted in his seat to give her a look. “We’re really doing this?”

She smirked. “Fine–truth or coward?”

I was restless. And when I’m restless, I get dangerous. And when I get dangerous, I drag everyone with me.

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