Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

But I’m past doing what’s right.

I close my fingers around the cold metal and pull it free.

It has weight to it, but I think that’s just from the box itself because when I shake it, I don’t hear any noise.

Setting it on the bed, I drop the sock on the mattress, and I try to open the box.

Locked.

My eyes bounce around the room, but I have no idea where to look for the key. And for all I know, she doesn’t even keep the key here.

But I won’t let that stop me.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and hit Tony’s contact, selecting a video call.

It only rings twice before he answers. “You know, I could be sleeping.”

I take note of the bright lights around him. “Could be, but you aren’t.”

He rolls his eyes. “What do you need?”

I pick up the lockbox and hold it so he can see it. “I need to open this.”

“Where are you?” He narrows his eyes at the screen. “You back at your girl’s place?”

I nod. “Can you walk me through breaking it open?”

He lifts a brow. “Not any quicker than I could do it myself.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have time to wait for…” I pause when he stands, and I take in more of the space around him. “Are you in a fucking airplane hangar?”

He nods. “I’ll be there in ten.” Then he hangs up.

“What the fuck?” I shake my head as I carry the box to the kitchen and set it on Rosie’s small island.

Then I pace.

Until ten minutes later, as promised, Rosie’slockeddoor opens, and Tony Stoleman steps into her apartment.

I take in his head-to-toe black. “Did you just get into town, or are you just leaving?”

He tips his head at me. “You want me to open that? Or you want to ask your girl to do it?”

I run my tongue along my teeth. “New deal, I won’t ask you what the fuck you’re doing hanging out in a private hangar.” I sniff the air. “Or why you smell like gasoline. And you won’t lecture me about women.”

Tony flashes me a grin. “I agree to your terms.”

Without another question, Tony picks up the box and has it open in a matter of seconds.

He sets it on the counter.

“You find something that needs taking care of, let me know.” Tony backs toward the door.

“You offer that to all your friends?” I remember the last time we were in this apartment together and the offer he gave me then.

“Just my favorites.” He smirks.

“I appreciate that. Truly.”