The Italian's Proposal

18

Timothy

"Why the hell did you do that?" Timothy burst out when Devina showed him the check.

"Because you're an idiot and you're mistreating someone who's not guilty of anything," she sat at the dining room table with a cup of tea and glared at him angrily, "don't come looking for trouble with me Timothy, I'm not the monster here."

"You don't know anything about what happened between Melody and me," he replied furiously. "You're just nosy."

"In addition to being a freeloader, a hypocrite, now nosy? Wow, the definitions of me in your short vocabulary are expanding. You must feel good taking your anger out on me and not yourself."

"Don't be funny Devina," he dropped a fist on the table and ran his hands through his hair, almost on the verge of losing his patience, to all this, Devina looked at him smiling. "Is this funny to you? Seeing me like this? You made her leave! I don't know where she went!"

"How?" she stood up, took a last sip of her tea, and put the cup on the table. "I don't understand what you mean. You have brought all this on yourself. You and your self-centeredness and lack of confidence..."

"You don't know what you're talking about! She planned a robbery! That's not being a good person. Don't fall into her angelic face," he had fallen roundly and now he realized it. But he would make her pay.

"You're so blind. You will ruin her," she told him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You don't like me; I don't like you either. But that woman, that poor pregnant woman, she's having the damnedest time, and you don't make it any easier. I know some mean and manipulative people, but that girl isn't. So, yes dear. You're ruining her."

"What am I supposed to be ruining?" he asked without looking at her. The check was heavy between his fingers. He crumpled it up and tossed it on the table.

"Your chance to figure out what's going on between you two. Melody didn't steal that money. So do your research. As haughty as you are and think you're smart, if I were you, I'd investigate all the strands," she headed for the elevator. "That girl's a sweetie pie. She hits hard, but she's good. I know you think I'm not worth it, that I'm a freeloader and that me and your cousin won't work out, but you're wrong. Love comes in the most mysterious ways. It's a good thing you have your eyes wide open for when it happens to you."

"She did. Her brother-in-law signed a statement..."

"That makes one unscrupulous person. Throwing your own family under the bus? Did you think he's the one behind it all?" she jabbed the elevator button and waited for it to go up to the top floor where they were. "She didn't take my money. Start thinking about that detail. See you soon Timothy. I hope you don't screw up anymore."

That's how she was.

Like a storm.

That's what his cousin had told him.

And he had been right.

Devina was one of the most complex women he'd ever known. Marrying Hamlet seemed like a win/lose gamble: she gained status and money, and he lost the chance to find a woman who really loved him.

But something inside him was beginning to tell him that he was completely wrong about the intense, sassy redhead.

He dialed the detective's number and waited for him to answer. He was beginning to lose his patience.

He was not a man to judge lightly, but maybe it was true and he might have made a big mistake with Melody. Ever since he forced her to move into his apartment three days ago, she excused herself for keeping the information that she was Equilay's sister-in-law, but to him, blinded by rage and betrayal, he hadn't listened to her for a single second. Every word she said went in one ear and out the other without leaving a mark on his mind.