Dancing With Danger: A Mafia Romance
She immediately stops me from saying another word, “Girl, I love sharing, but this is about to get above my sharing level.”
As we both burst into laughter, we pull out of the parking lot, putting aside the complete disaster this gig was.
So after what seems like endless hours trying to navigate our way to rush hour in the morning traffic, we both fall back onto the couch with a very much deserved glass of wine in hand. Then Savanah, who has been dying for the past hour, finally breaks her silence, “So are you going to go see Mr. Lucero tonight?”
“No,” I firmly answer.
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