Leena was curled up on the couch with her belly full of another class Italian dish, spaghetti carbonara. This time, Ransom had let her help out, and he showed her how to make the noodles from scratch. The food was delicious and the wine was tasty.
Ransom plopped down on the couch next to her and looped his arm over her shoulders. “Let's make use of this new TV, yeah?"
Leena nodded. It was amazing how much closer they'd gotten since Ransom opened up to her about his brother and mother. He didn't give her the details about his brother's death, just that he'd been shot, but considering their family's occupation, she could infer that it was a mafia-related situation.
It wasn't that anything was notably different on the outside, but it was like their souls were on the same wavelength now. T
