She’d gone back to some of her mother’s old haunts looking for “Big” Phil and found out he was out of town most likely committing a felony. Just going back there made her feel dirty. What she now needed was a long hot bath to wash away the dirty feeling. “Ciao, my sweet.” Hearing Salvatore’s voice immediately made her feel better. “Hello, Salvatore,” she purred. “Have I caught you at a bad time?” “Not possible, darling.” Heather knew those words would make him simmer and practically felt the heat through the phone. “Will you be here soon?” he inquired. “Sooner than you think. I’m working on it.” “My arms are empty and my heart is aching for you.” “When I get there I promise to make it up to you.” “And I intend to hold you to that promise, inamorata.”
