Page 68 of Entangled

“Again, it’s Cara. I’m not married, I’m twenty-seven years old, and I’m pregnant. We have far passed the respectable lady stage in my life, thanks.”

“Is Gian Guzzi the father of your child?” Seeley asked.

Cara sighed heavily. “And if he is? I don’t see what that would have anything to do with detectives approaching me mid-day, in the library of my university, when I’m attempting to finish my dissertation so that I can get my diploma before my son is born.”

“Our apologies for intruding on your time,” the shorter of the two men said quickly. “But we have reason to believe your personal affiliation to Gian may help us with our current investigations.”

“And what investigations are those?”

Cara did not plan to make this easy on the police, but she also had to be careful with how much she pushed. Given her dual citizenship, trouble with officials could put her back across the border without so much as a paper to sign.

“Surely you’re aware that Mr. Guzzi is affiliated to some … criminal business in Toronto? We’re aware you visited him while he was serving time in jail, just a few months ago. We would like to discuss your relationship with him, and what else you may know.”

Cara took her time to save her document, shut down her laptop, and put her things away. She knew that no matter what, she didn’t have a choice but to play along with the detectives, and keep her nose out of trouble. That didn’t mean she planned to give them anything.

“Would you mind a trip to the station, just so that we can get our questions and your answers on an official record?” Seeley asked.

Cara waved a hand, as if to say, whatever. “Could I make a phone call before we go?”

“If you think you need to.”

“I think I do.”

The detectives probably assumed Cara planned to call a lawyer. She called Gian. He and a lawyer met her at the station.

Cara answered nothing after that.

“I can’t see anything,” Cara grumbled.

Gian’s hands rubbed her shoulders, his dark chuckles echoing in her ear. He kissed the spot behind her ear and then said, “That’s the point, mon ange. It’s a surprise.”

She reached up to try and readjust the blindfold over her eyes, but Gian quickly rerouted her arms back to her sides.

“Nope, hands stay down.”

“But—”

“Little ledge here, and then some steps, love, so be careful.”

Cara rolled her eyes behind the blindfold, but managed to get up whatever stairs were there with Gian’s help. “Can you at least give me a hint?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Where’s the fun in being told you’re going to have a nice night with ice cream and a back rub, only to be made to dress up and be taken out. In kitten heels, Gian. I couldn’t even wear my comfy shoes!”

“You will be happy that I made you wear the kitten heels. Someone might take pictures, and those shoes you wear do not look nice with a dress.”

“Says you.”

“And you, when you’re not thirty-four weeks pregnant, Cara.”

She huffed under her breath, hating that he was probably right. Then, she had another thought. “Why would anyone take pictures?”

“You’ll see,” her lover replied vaguely. “Gilles will drive you back to the penthouse once this is all done and over with, as it’s not the kind of event men are usually invited to and I have something to pick up across the city.”

“What happened to Chris?” Cara asked about her previous enforcer, who still refused to call her by her name.

“Chris has other things to look after at the moment. Sometimes, it’s better to put people where they get the best business done. Chris happens to be very good at getting information from people, and I need that right now.”