Six
Pennies From Heaven
LUCA
“Can I ask what exactly you’re doing here, Luc?” Rock asks over the secure line the day after the spaghetti fight. “Maybe if you told me the final plan, I could help you with it.”
He’d called to ask if he could grant Naima’s request to take Amber up to our rooftop terrace for some sun and air. I agreed without a problem. Which I guess he wasn’t expecting because all I got was more questions as a reward for my quick consent.
What am I doing? That same question’s been knocking around in my own head all day.
Amber and me ain’t kids anymore, and the proximity formula isn’t working. Like at all. I’ve rearranged my nights and canceled all my out of state meetings, including a trip back to Italy, to be with her. Why? I don’t know.
And that’s what feels so crazy
