C H A P T E R - T W E L V E
Falcone then placed his hands on my shoulders, rotated me so my back was to him, and I felt my wrap rest on my shoulders.
He then turned me around and handed me my clutch.
"Did it really really happen?" I said quietly.
"Yep," Falcone said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door.
"My Dad just caught us making out with your hand on my a$$," I explained, wanting to be sure.
Falcone pushed open the door and drew me in, saying, "Yep."
"At the very least, I received my Jimmy Choos before I died." You may now take me to the next railway crossing, and I'll jump in front of a train."
Falcone held my hand tightly as he led me down the stairs of the back terrace and toward the gate to my backyard, all the while giggling.
"I'm not laughing," I said as he rai
