I stare at him speechless, for once. He frowns at me, so I snap my thoughts back into gear.
“Fuck's sake, CK. This is… Thank you,” I say and fall on him again, kissing him intently.
“There are four seats,” he says carefully when I let him up for air. “In my private box. That would be right, yes?”
I nod. “It’s perfect,” I say, and he smiles, pleased at my gratitude.
Standing again, I grip the tickets tight and grin at him. “Goodbye, my love. I will see you in a few days.” He nods and I ‘smoke out’ back to my office, which was rather good of me considering I only had a place and not a person to go on. Pleased as punch with my afternoon, I unlock the door and sit down at my desk, gently placing down the precious cargo that thankfully also made it there in one piece.
Lost in my thoughts, I jump a mile when Devon walks in.
“Geez. Jumpy, much?” he asks.
I scowl at him. “What do you want?”
He raises an eyebrow at my tone. “I’ve been calling you for the past hour with no response.” He scowls back at me.
I left my phone on the desk when I decided to flit across the pond.
Checking it, I see fifteen missed calls and ten text messages. Most of them from Devon, the rest from Cole. Wow, stalk much?
“I’m sorry, Dev. I forgot to take it with me in the moment,” I say.
He looks confused and says, “You always take your phone. It’s like your ‘thing’. What moment?”
“I went to Milan to see CK,” I say and twirl my hand around in the universal gesture of whatever it is I do, and he gets my meaning.
“Oh, why?”
“Because you were right the other night. I do need to be with him. Or did, at least. It’s good now. Everything is good.”
At my use of ‘good’ and not ‘fine’, Devon looks less worried. “I see. How so?”
I tell him about the vision I had and how I came across it. I want it out there. I tell him about the cave and the tall man saying my name. I also tell him about my connection to The Council.
He’s listening with interest as he perches on my desk in front of me. “So, you fucked Constantine and got some answers. Wanna try again with me?” he asks slyly.
I snort and shake my head. “Not here,” I say to his disappointment.
He gets over it quickly. “So, you’ve no idea who the man is?”
“No clue. Guess I will find out soon enough.” I drum my fingers impatiently drawing Devon’s attention to what I am drumming on. Sensing his look, I flatten my hand over the ticket holder.
“Hm…” he says, plucking it out from under my hand and opening it.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” I say, pre-empting his strike.
He holds his hands up, “I didn’t say anything. I’m surprised though. I thought you’d avoid it like the plague.”
“CK gave me the tickets. For the four of us next week at La Scala.”
“Well, good. You need to go; it will be good for you.” At my silence, he carries on, “You could always go back to it at some point, you know.”
I shake my head. “Life goes on. I’ve other things to concentrate on now.”
He accepts that and places the tickets back on my desk.
“Ready to go home?”