Worth the Chance(12)

“With who?”

“I don’t think that’s really any of your business.”

“Cancel your plans.”

I look into his eyes, hoping to find some indication that he’s joking. But he’s not. He’s dead serious. “Fine.”

“I’ll pick you up at your office.”

“I’ll meet you at the restaurant.”

Vinny closes his eyes and bows his head slightly, shaking it back and forth before taking a deep breath. He takes two steps forward so that we’re standing toe to toe. Close enough to feel the heat resonate from his body, but not quite touching. “Tomorrow. Twelve. Lombardi’s.”

I nod, unable to form a cohesive sentence with him so close. Finally, after a long minute, I force my brain to resume control from my traitorous body and I smile hesitantly and head to the door. “See you tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait, Liv.”



Relieved to be home after what seemed like the longest day of my life, I head straight for the fridge and pull out a corked bottle of wine.

“You haven’t even put your purse down. Bad day at the office, Honey?” Ally, my roommate, calls out teasingly from the living room.

“You want one?” I yell back.

“Of course, it would be rude to let you drink alone.” I can’t see Ally from where I’m standing but I can hear the smile in her voice.

I pour two full glasses of wine into sparkly crystal glasses, emptying the bottle, and head into the living room. Plopping myself onto the couch, I kick off my heels, exhale a deep breath, and slump into the cushy seat before downing a big gulp from my glass.

“Spill it. You look frazzled.” Folding her legs Indian style onto the couch, Ally turns to face me, clicking off the television with the remote.

“I saw Vinny again today.”

“Get. Out. I thought you had his story reassigned.”

“I thought so too.”

“What happened?”

“Vinny happened, that’s what.” I take another gulp of my wine. “He refused to do the interview with Summer, said he would only give me his story.”

I look up at my best friend and she’s smiling at me excitedly.

“What the heck are you smiling at?”

“I think it’s kinda hot that he demanded you.” Ally laughs. “Always was fearless. Is he still gorgeous?”

Grudgingly, my mind wanders to Vinny Stonetti. Vince Stone. The years have only made him sexier. While he was always gorgeous on the outside, something about his confidence and strength made him even more so. A force of nature, something I’m not quite sure I’m ready to reckon with. “Yes, he’s still gorgeous. But that’s not the point. He screwed me once, I’m not going to let him do it again.”

“He can screw me instead.” Ally wiggles her eyebrows. We’ve been best friends since grade school. Although we seem to have the same taste in men in looks, I keep away from the bad boys. Ally, on the other hand, keeps away from the good boys.

“So how did the interview go?”

“I didn’t interview him yet. I’m meeting him tomorrow for lunch.”

“A date. Nice.” Ally smiles and sips her wine.

“It’s not a date.”

“Are you meeting him at a restaurant and eating together?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point. It’s a business meal.”

“Couldn’t you have interviewed him when you saw him today?”

“I tried, he said no. Wanted me to interview him over dinner.”

“So you negotiated dinner down to a lunch date?”

“Yes. Wait, no. It’s not a date.”

“Whatever. As long as I get all the details afterwards, you can call it a communication session with ingestion for all I care.”





Chapter 10



Vince

“Who was the girl here earlier?” Nico’s damn nosey. The fucker thinks training me means he gets to control every inch of my life. Been this way since I was thirteen.

“An old friend.” I hit the bag with a roundhouse kick and one of Nico’s feet drops back to keep his position. I’ve been trying for more than ten years to take him down. Figured after he retired he’d lose a little strength, slow down on his workouts. But no, a year after he retired and the fucker is still in pristine shape. Once. I was able to take him to the ground once in ten years. And I paid dearly for it. Came in to train high and Nico called me on it. We got into it and half the place had to pull us apart. Got me thrown out of the gym and lost my trainer for six months until I could prove my sobriety with random piss tests.

“Elle went on about her for two hours last night. Says she’s great. Nice girl, would be good for you. She rambled on something about needing coffee and then got pissed off at me because I could drink coffee. Even though I don’t drink the crap. Pregnancy has made her crazy.”