CHAPTER 26
SIGHTSEEING, I TOLD Emmy. Sure. The only sights I saw were the sheets and every single inch of Leo’s body. Oh, and the kitchen. He cooked me waffles every morning, then f****d me over the kitchen island. I developed a whole new appreciation for the cool smoothness of Italian marble.
But all good things came to an end, and three days later we really did pack our bags for the final time.
“I’ll miss this house. It sure beats my old apartment,” he said.
“Maybe we could pick out somewhere together when we get back?”
He locked up the door, and we moved to the stone bench at the edge of the driveway to wait for the taxi. The sweet fragrance of the oleander bushes drifted over to us, reminding me of happy times. When I got my own yard, I’d plant a whole row of them.
“You mean it?”
