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was talking about.   He was
talking about Sal.   He was talking about
her husband.   He was talking about the
man she trusted with her life.   But yet
she wouldn’t trust him with a beautiful blonde?  
    Gemma
tossed the phone back onto her desk, and looked at Ted.    “Where were we?” she asked.  

 
 
 

CHAPTER FIVE

 
    Monday
Night Football in the Gabrini household was must-see TV.   Sal was in the master bedroom, seated on the
floor with his back against the foot of the bed, watching the flat screen on
the wall in front of him.   Gemma entered
the bedroom, another beer for Sal to drink, just as his team was turning the
ball over.
    “Fucking
idiot!” he yelled at the TV screen.   “How
could you drop it again?”
    Gemma
handed him the beer.
    “How
could that freakin ’ asshole drop the ball twice in
one quarter?   What is he blind?”
    Gemma
looked at the TV.   Since she had no
answers either, she didn’t attempt to give one.   She sat on the daybed parallel to where Sal was sitting and watched him
continue to complain about the blind wide receiver.   Sal wore a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts
that tightened around his thick thighs.   Gemma noticed how there was nothing small about Sal-absolutely
nothing.   And she realized, just sitting
there, that she was beginning to depend mightily on the sense that he was her
protector; that she could rely on him.   Which made the news Reno shared with her earlier that much more
troubling.    She turned her attention
back to the game.
    But
Sal was sipping his beer, and turned his attention to her.   She’d been quiet all evening.   He looked down at her slender legs coming out
of the short shorts she wore, and that sense of love he felt for her tried to
overwhelm him again.   He fought back the
emotion of it, but he couldn’t fight off the truth of it.   He also couldn’t dismiss the fact that his
lady was troubled.   “What’s wrong with
you?” he asked her.
    Gemma
shook her head.   “Nothing’s wrong,” she
said.
    “Yeah,
and I’m Captain America.   What’s wrong,
Gemma?”
    “Nothing’s
wrong, Sal.”
    Sal
exhaled.   Then he waved his hand.   “Come here,” he said.
    “I
don’t see anything wrong with your two legs,” Gemma shot back.
    “Come
on, Gem,” he said, patting his lap.   “I’m
not playing with your ass.   Get over
here.”
    Gemma
didn’t see what good it would do, but she got up and began walking over to
Sal.   She watched him as he watched how
short her shorts were.   She sat on the
floor between his legs, her back against his chest, and leaned her head back
onto his broad shoulder.   He wrapped his
arms around her and for a few minutes more, they didn’t talk at all.   Sal continued to look at his game, and so did
Gem.   One of his hands also began to
massage one of her breasts.   Sal knew he
was becoming almost obsessed with her body, as he always wanted some, and he
knew that could become a problem too.   “How was your day?” he eventually asked her.
    “It
was good.”
    “Met
with your new client?”
    “Not
yet.   She’s not sold on anybody other than
Ted representing her.   He suggested I
meet with her for dinner tomorrow night.”   Then Gemma looked over at him.   “Think you can make it?”
    This
surprised Sal.   “Me?”   But when he saw that anguished look on her
face again, he acquiesced.   “Yeah, sure,
I’ll make it.   I’ll have to move some
things around, but yeah.”
    Gemma
nodded.   “Thanks,” she said, and laid her
head back onto his shoulder.   “How was
your day?” she eventually asked.
    “It
was, well it was tough.”
    “How
so?”
    “It
was just a tough day, that’s all.”
    It
wasn’t what Gemma had hoped to hear, but it was what she always heard from Sal:
no details.
    But
then Sal surprised her.   He continued to
talk.   “I picked up the sister-in-law of
one of my men. I picked her up from work.”
    Gemma
was hopeful again.