DorkFish 4: The Ruthless Scheme

Made A Call

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8:59 A.M.
Rome

“Three...two...one,” Jensen said, counting down the seconds on his watch. “Nine on the dot. Let’s go.”

Jared followed his lead to the door of the baby boutique with a drowsy little Justice swaddled warmly in his arms. “What are the chances they’re going to have the doors unlocked the second the clock strikes?”

He tugged on the handle and it swung open easily. “I’d say pretty good,” he winked and made the gesture for Jared to go in first.

He stared at the mob boss. “You made a call.”

“You bet your ass I did. Now let’s move.”

Pursing his lips, Jared turned on his heel and marched inside. “Okay, recap. We’re looking for solid wood, all natural, no chemicals, no moving parts. Mission critical is a crib, dresser, and a changing table.”

“Plus, diapers, wipes, and a diaper pail.”

“Yes. Everything else on that list is a nice-to-have.”

Jensen caught the attention of one of the sales girls on the floor and signaled to her. “What about clothes? Why aren’t they on there?”

Jared didn’t miss the way the astonishingly attractive young woman openly ogled his hotter-than-hell husband on her walk over to them. “I dumped a generous sampling of every single drawer in his nursery into my suitcase. So long as we’re okay doing laundry fairly often, we should be stocked with everything we need.”

Jensen’s gaze dropped to Justice and back again. “You got a baby carrier?”

He shot him an impish look before passing their sleepy son over to him. “Now that you mention it?” he said. “Yes.”

“Right,” he grinned. “But that means you’re in charge of the list.”

“Fine, but you’re still doing all the talking,” he retorted, then managed to plaster a smile on his face as the swooning sales girl greeted them in lightning-fast Italian.

‘Hands off, Sweetie,’ Jared snarled. ‘While I’m sure he’d just love to add you to his extensive black cook of mistresses- ‘

He halted that all-too-familiar train of thought right in its well-worn tracks.

‘No.’

‘No. That's wrong.’

‘He’s never cheated on me...or so he says.’

‘But if I believe him, that means Misha is a liar.’

‘It means he’s been lying to me since August, almost since the very beginning.’

‘That’s not possible.’

‘And even if it were, why?’

‘He’s been my constant ally in this whole fucking snafu.’

‘He's my best friend.’

‘More than that. Especially on his end.’

‘So why would he put me through that kind of hell? He says he loves me. How could he torture someone he loves like that?’

‘Or Jensen? He’s like a brother to him. Why would he paint him in such a horrid light?’

‘It just doesn’t make any sense. Occam’s Razor: what’s the simpler explanation? That my mob boss husband is an unfaithful bastard, or his consigliere went to extreme lengths just to make me think he is?’