Chapter 59

I laughed along with him before responding. "Yes, well even if I wanted to leave I really don't think I would be given the option." I joked while resting my face against the palm of my hand.

"Well, shit, you got that right dolcezza. Those Carmichael men are like fuckin' snakes. They wrap around their prey and then never let the hell go." I snorted in agreement before abruptly jumping in my seat as the timer blared.

"It's been an hour already?" I asked incredulously while glancing at the clock.

"Time flies when you're having fun, cara." He stated cheekily before heaving himself out of his chair and beginning to give me directions on how to properly roll the cannoli dough.

**

"How come you never told me chad was Italian?" I inquired that night after dinner while crawling into bed with Troy. He turned on the decent sized T.V. mounted on the wall right above the dresser before addressing my question.