Chapter Fifteen
Spinelli placed his index finger under Romey’s chin. Tilting her face up toward him, he took a moment to appreciate the slant of the obtuse angle from her jawline to her chin. He wanted to tell her about the geometry he was seeing in her. But he decided against it.
His first overture with the mathematical perfection of his wife hadn’t gone so well. He needed this moment to be perfect, not just for her, but for him as well. Because he’d meant what he’d said.
He planned to kiss his wife a lot. Though they hadn’t determined an exact quantity, he had an amount in mind. The number was far too large to encapsulate on a sheet of graph paper.
Looking down at the woman in his care, Spinelli felt a sense of possessiveness come over him. All logic and reason left his mind. He’d vo
