He shrugs. "Sure. Let me know when you realize how right I am. I'd like to cash it in through a week-long leave."
"What would you be doing with a week-long leave?" He never takes a leave.
Salvatore smiles cryptically, the ass. Then he nods toward the front desk. "You better move fast, Gio. Or you'll lose the girl."
I turn my attention back to Malia and find the guy leaning into the side of her face. Is he giving her a kiss? Whispering fucking sweet nothings? She smiles and lowers her face. What the hell is she so happy about? She's fucking working.
With a grunt, I push off the railing, descend the stairs two steps at a time, and stalk toward the front desk, putting off my cigarette on the nearby ashtray. Salvatore's laughter grates on my nerves. The ass is having fun. Since when does he fucking laugh? Even Salvatore is acting strange.
