“It’s probably wise,” Nicco said. "We can help you get packed up and make sure you get back to the main road safely.”
“That would be great, thanks. Felicity?”
“Huh, yeah?” I blinked over at Jason who was frowning at me.
“If we get packed up, Nicco and Matteo will make sure we find the main road safely.”
“Oh, that’s nice, thank you.” I smiled, barely hearing the words. Because my mind was still stuck on the idea that Nicco and Matteo were mobsters.
After all, he hadn’t denied it.
But Jason was right—it wasn’t possible.
Was it?
The End
You can read Jason and Felicity’s story in The Game You Play. Or perhaps, you’re as intrigued about Nicco as Felicity. You can read more about him in Prince of Hearts.
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Chapter One
Evan
How did I get so lucky? Evan Gilmore thought as he watched the snowfall through the stained-glass window of his bedroom. He thought back to a time where he solemnly believed this would never be his future. He had been a college sophomore when he spent his first Christmas truly away from his best friend. It didn’t matter if he had his brother or Mr. and Mrs. Parker with him, it was the loneliest Christmas he had ever had because she was gone. He’d driven her away when he never came back to Massachusetts the year before for her. Then she fell in love with someone else, and Evan was certain he had lost Alexandra Parker for good.
A sleepy groan caught his attention, and he glanced down to find his wife snuggling into his chest. “She’ll be awake soon,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.
He couldn’t help the grin on his face as he looked over at the bedroom door. “Door’s unlocked,” he confirmed as he ran his palm up her arm.
Finally, his wife opened her eyes, and that dreamy smile of hers greeted him. It had been almost five years since he married AJ. And in those years, they shared their lives together with their daughter in Cambridge, Massachusetts. If you had asked him at eighteen and after his first steps onto Stanford University without AJ, he would have denied this future of his. There was no doubt about it, Evan hadn’t deserved her then. This life he treasured was one he had earned. One he continued to earn every day he was her husband.
AJ settled the side of her cheek to his chest as she, too, looked out the window. “She’ll be barreling through that door any minute now.”
“Means we don’t have long to enjoy the snow.”
She laughed. “Don’t pretend you hate Miller running to you first thing in the morning.” AJ’s hum was filled with the contentment he loved hearing. She sounded happy, and he hoped the life he gave her contributed to her happiness. It was all Evan had ever wanted for her.
“You’re right. I don’t hate it,” he admitted as his wife sat up and looked down at him. God, she was beautiful. Those stunning green eyes mirrored their daughter’s. To this day, Evan still couldn’t believe AJ loved him. After everything, she chose him.
As if on cue, they heard their daughter’s footsteps rush down the hall before the door handle twisted, and it slowly opened. “Mummy, Daddy, are you awake?” Miller asked as she peered into the room.
Her dark curls were messy with sleep as she stepped forward and her smile stretched wider when she saw them awake. Last night, she had chosen her solar system pjs to wear before he tucked her into bed and watched the stars twinkle on her ceiling from the light her aunty Savannah had gifted her a few years ago.
“Come here, my love,” AJ said as she scooted closer to him to give their daughter room. Miller jumped on the bed, throwing her arms around AJ. “Good morning, Miller.”
“Good morning, Mummy.” Then Miller’s bright green eyes met Evan. “Hi, Daddy!”
He chuckled as he brushed her hair behind her ear. “Good morning, my love. Did you have good dreams?”
Miller pulled out of her mother’s embrace and scrambled to sit between them, Evan covering her with the blanket to keep her warm. It was December in Massachusetts, and the cold winter morning had truly graced them. He should have woken up earlier to turn on the heating for his family, but he was selfish and wanted a quiet morning with his wife before they both had to leave for work.
“I did,” Miller said as she cuddled into Evan’s side. He liked to believe he was her favorite person in the world, but Evan suspected his brother was trying to win that title from him. Kyle could try all his life, but Miller was her mother’s daughter. Those two were attached to the hip, and every morning, AJ would teach Miller a little more about science—physics in particular. “I was on the moon!”
“The moon,” AJ said with excitement. “What were you doing on the moon?”
Miller looked up at him. “Daddy, would you come to the moon with me? You weren’t there.”
Nodding, he reached up and pressed his palm to his daughter’s cheek. “My rocket must have been the slower one. Were you waiting for me?”
“Yes,” she answered as she pulled back and pointed at the moon on her sleeve. “I was on this side of the moon. Mummy was here, too. We were waiting for you.”
His poor heart filled with warmth. He was a sucker for his daughter. Evan never thought he could love someone like he loved Miller. In fact, he never thought he’d ever be a father, let alone the father to this beautiful, sweet girl who loved space and baseball. She was a miniature version of his wife, and she truly had the best of AJ in her.
Dropping his hand from her face, Evan pointed at a little star near the moon on his daughter’s pjs. “See this star?” Miller nodded. “I left my rocket to get on the closest shooting star to get to you.” Evan moved his finger across the small space between the moon and the star to show her that he was always on his way.