[Camden]
I know that I have to talk to someone about Kendall and the baby, that it’s driving me crazy not to have anyone know about it, not to talk to someone.
It’s not really like I can call my sister, and it’s not like we’ve ever talked about this kind of thing, so I call Dante.
“What’s wrong?” he answers, and I curse myself.
I haven’t really talked to him since Jimmy came around, and I haven’t updated him much, either.
“Nothing. Sorry, capo,” I mumble. “Just wanted to talk to you.”
“What’s going on?” Dante asks.
I groan and sigh at the same time. “It’s a long story.”
“It sounds like you’re worried sick about something.” He pauses. “Does this have something to do with Kendall?”
“You could say that,” I say, looking back toward the closed door. Kendall is still sleeping and I’m standing out in the hallway.
“Let’s meet up,” Dante suggests, and I frown.
“I can’t leave Kendall alone.”
“I didn’t say you’d be leaving her alone. I’ll send Alberto, and you can meet me at that shitty diner upstate, what’s it called?”
“Marie’s,” I say, laughing. We’d once had the worst pecan pie there.
“Marie’s,” he agrees. “They at least have good coffee.”
“The coffee is just okay and you know it,” I joke, and Dante laughs.
“See you in an hour.”
I walk back inside, and Kendall is sitting up on the bed, rubbing at her eyes.
She smiles and tries to grab me and pull me back into bed.
“Sorry, principessa. Have to meet up with Dante,” I say gently, and Kendall looks up at me.
“Did he find Marco?”
I shake my head. “No, nothing like that. It’s just other business,” I lie. “But one of his men is going to come here. He doesn’t talk much but he’ll keep you safe.”
Kendall nods. “Guess I should put some clothes on, then,” she says with a grin and I frown at her.
“Yeah, you better,” I grumble, and throw one of my T-shirts at her. She puts it on with a laugh and slides on a pair of cut-offs.
Alberto arrives in his own car, a little sportscar that he’d gotten as a present from Dante.
He gets out, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and meets me with a smile.
Kendall is inside, making breakfast, which I declined.
I walk him inside. “Watch her well,” I warn him. “She’ll try to do too much without that sling on.”
“I’ll be fine,” Kendall says, and then turns to smile at Alberto.
He smiles back.
“I’m Kendall,” she says, looking at him expectantly, and Alberto’s smile fades and he looks over at me.
“Oh, he doesn’t talk,” I tell her, and then Kendall does something I never would have expected.
She starts to hand sign to him. She’s such an angel.
Alberto signs back eagerly, clearly excited to meet someone who knows his language, and I can’t help the way my stomach rolls.
Alberto is older than us but he’s not old, and he’s a handsome guy. I can’t help but be a little jealous.
“Well, I guess you two have plenty to talk about,” I grumble, and I note that Kendall doesn’t even kiss me goodbye.
I huff and walk out of the house, getting into the car and driving to Marie’s with my head full of possibilities of Kendall and Alberto falling in love.
Even if they do, what can I say? You’re mine? When I’m planning to go back home and break things off with her, go back to my own life? I can’t do that.
I’m still thinking about it when Dante walks into the diner, wearing sunglasses and a suit, walking over and sliding into the booth across from me.
“You look well,” he says, and I look at him, at how tired and rumpled he looks.
“You look like shit,” I tell him.
He groans. “Mia keeps having Braxton-Hicks and she’s been back and forth to the hospital a dozen times this week.”
I have no idea what Braxton-Hicks is. Fuck. Is this a pregnancy thing? Do I have to worry about Kendall getting that too? God, there is so much I don’t know, apparently, but I’m also not going to ask now. Maybe I can ask Kendall when I get back to the safe house.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” he asks, looking at me curiously.
“Kendall’s pregnant,” I say flatly, and Dante’s eyes widen.