“I tried to call you but couldn't get through,” he said. “That’s one fucking crazy storm.”
He’d braved the rapidly deteriorating weather to rush to her side, to protect her. She felt so relieved, so happy, she forgot about the winds chasing the rain-heavy clouds inland, upending everything in their path that wasn't solidly anchored.
She was so happy she even forgot about Tiara and Gracie. Tony dampened her euphoria somewhat when she tried to entice him to her room.
“It’s too risky, way too risky,” he said in a hushed voice, as if he could be heard by anybody but her. “You want to make love at a time like this in Gracie’s house? What’s the matter with you? Are you out of your mind?”
“Touch me, please,” she said, “down there. Please, show me you love me.”
Instead, he drew away from her.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Even now, with the raging storm outside, he had more fear of Gracie than of the forces of nature. Of course he didn’t have to persuade her for long. If Tony wanted her somewhere else, she would go wherever he wanted.
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