The Promise (The 'Burg #5)(69)

The doctor had given me guidance on that but did so with the warning that I hadn’t only sustained a GSW, which was extreme enough, but the circumstances around that were also extreme. So I not only needed time for my body to heal, I also needed to sort out my head.

Thus, the cageyness, because I knew that I didn’t only have all that to deal with, but also the Bianchis.

Now was now. I was getting around better, the pain was fading, and all was well with the Bianchis, primarily the most important one who was right then standing in my space, his hands on me.

It was well, as in it was awesome, and I could do minute by minute when I was experiencing awesome.

But when something big was encroaching on that awesome, I couldn’t deal.

“I’m like this,” I whispered after these thoughts coursed through my brain.

“What?” Ben asked.

“Sometimes I can’t deal,” I admitted. “I’ve been looking out for myself for a long time, a really long time, longer than losing Vinnie, and I’m good at it. But that doesn’t mean sometimes I can’t deal.”

“Frankie, honey, there are times when anyone can’t deal.”

This confused me because Benny was “anyone,” and from my experience of late (not to mention even before), I’d not known a time when he couldn’t deal.

So I asked, “When are the times you can’t deal?”

His mouth stayed closed but his jaw flexed.

I watched it, knew that meant he could always deal, and whispered, “Right.”

“Okay, how ’bout this?” he started. “When my brother pisses away his life and hurts the people I love most in the world, I can’t deal, as evidenced by the fact that I blamed that shit on a good woman and did it in an ugly way that lasted seven years.”

Oh, right. Well, there was that time Benny couldn’t deal.

“That was a doozy,” I murmured, and he grinned.

“Yeah. So there are times when anyone can’t deal.”

I nodded again, feeling slightly better.

Benny spoke again and I felt not-so-slightly worse.

“You give up the lease on your apartment?”

I again nodded.

“Got a place down in Indy?” he went on.

“The company was putting me up in an executive apartment for October, which is still part of my offer. But yes, I went down and scouted a place and my apartment will be open on November first. The movers are all sorted to come, get my stuff, and bring it down the first weekend in November. ”

“Right,” he muttered, his fingers digging lightly into my neck.

He didn’t like this.

I didn’t like this.

I just knew minute by minute wasn’t going to work.

“Ben,” I said, his name coming out shaky.

His face got a smidgen closer so that he was the only thing I could see.

“You gotta go, baby. You got a job. You got a contract with that lease. You got responsibilities. You gotta go.”

I pressed my lips together, feeling the sting in my eyes, the tightness gathering around my heart, because he was right and I didn’t know what that meant for us.

I tried us on and we fit. You tried something on that fit and felt great, you bought it. You did not put it back on the rack and move on.

“But Indianapolis isn’t the moon,” Benny continued. “It’s four hours away. We got phones. We got cars. We got somethin’ worth workin’ on, gettin’ past difficult shit, findin’ a way. You feel up to it, you give them a start date. I’ll take time off, follow you down so you have your car, and I’ll have what’s bound to be your fifteen suitcases in my SUV.”

That made me smile, but my smile, too, was shaky.

Benny carried on, “I’ll stay with you a couple of days, make sure you’re settled, arrange things to come down again when your furniture gets there, help you move in.”

I licked my lips and nodded, feeling the heaviness move out of me and lightness ease in because Benny was making it better.

He kept right on doing that. “You got a new job, a lot to get used to, but somethin’ else you gotta do in between me takin’ you down there and comin’ back is you comin’ up to see me.”

“Okay,” I said softly.

“When are you gonna start?” he asked.

“I, well, would prefer to feel closer to one hundred percent and I still have stuff to pack to get ready for the movers. So, not next week. The, uh, Monday after.”

“Right,” Ben said, sounding businesslike. “I’ll sort shit with Pop and Manny.”

I stared at him for a moment before I whispered, “You make all this sound easy.”

“That’s because this is important to me so I’m determined not to make it hard.”

At that, I fell forward so my forehead hit his chest.

When I did, his hands moved. One to wrap around the back of my neck, one slid up into my hair to cup the back of my head.

And into the top of my hair, he murmured, “See, back to minute by minute. Easy.”

Easy.

Right.

God, Benny.

“We’re startin’ out and I got a new job in Indy I cannot leave, a lease on an apartment that pins me there for at least a year anyway, and you’ve got all this.” I threw a hand out to indicate the kitchen, even though I didn’t move my forehead from his chest. “Which means you can never leave.”