Mancini's POV
Lionel dropped me off at the house. I had asked that none of the men follow me, just him. The house was very small and far from mine. It was okay to me that way. I told Lionel to park somewhere else and walked into the house. It was open.
She stood by the window when I entered, wearing a light robe, her hair loose around her shoulders. She didn't turn immediately.
"You shouldn't be here," she said.
"I told you I would come," I replied.
Patricia held her robe tight around her. "When your assistant called me late last night to ask for my address. I thought he was joking. Why would you come see me?"
I walked toward her. She didn't move, only folded her arms and looked up at me.
I held her neck and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She still didn't move away from me.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you, Patricia."
"Don't say things you don't mean," she whispered.
