*Cat*
It felt like hours since Elio had left to go to the meeting Franky set up with Ignacio. I paced my room for a few minutes, feeling like an idiot. I was the little woman left at home to wring her hands and wait for the outcome.
I really hated this part of things. I wasn’t some damsel in distress, nor was I a wilting violet who’d fait at the first sign of action. Well, I’d probably panic afterward, but during everything, I’d hold my own.
Elio needed to trust that about me. We were partners. Even as I thought it, I knew he thought of me as a partner. He would never have let me within a hundred feet of Ignacio if he thought him a threat, which was exactly why I was home pacing the emptiness of our room wringing my hands.
“Enough, Cat,” I told myself, and I changed into something that was comfortable, but not the same house clothes I’d been in when Elio left to meet with his men and Ignacio.
