When the limo reached the front of his apartment building, Nick kissed the back of Jessica’s hand. “I was hoping you might tuck me in, Dolce,” he whispered into her ear.
She hesitated, but then on a whim grabbed her book bag, scooted along the seat until she finally was close enough to the door, and he helped her out.
Nick turned back toward the limo, “If your dad ever wants to sell these paintings, you know where to find me,” he called back to Lolita as he took Jessica’s hand and headed for his apartment building.
“See you at the game on Monday night,” Lolita shouted after them. “Remember to bring the Pope.”
Still holding his hand, Jessica followed Nick into the black glass building, past the doorman, and up the elevator. He had a special key to use in the lift, and the doors opened d
