Page 91 of Entangled

Gian bristled. “Try that again.”

“Boss, are you listening now?”

“I didn’t intend to make a scene,” Gian said quietly. “Not with this or with Cara. I reacted. Like any man would have done.”

“Any man that wasn’t in your position, maybe,” Stephan agreed.

Gian hated how Stephan made damn good points.

“It’ll smooth itself over, surely. Over time.”

“Except it won’t, not really. Let’s not even consider the cops for the moment, just Gabriel. Already, he’s threatened us, he’s taken from us, and he’s pointed the finger at you each and every time as a reason why. Maybe before, the men in the family would overlook it. But the next time, when another Guzzi man shows up dead because of that fucker, they’re not going to be so compliant and forgiving. They’re going to remember your face on the television, and your pregnant mistress as the reason why.”

Gian no longer felt as carefree as he had just a few minutes ago. “I’ll figure it out.”

Something.

He would figure something out.

“But today,” Gian said, “I have a woman to apologize to, so that’s where I need to go.”

Stephan nodded. “The penthouse it is, boss.”

“She didn’t ask to be taken to her place? Cara doesn’t live at the penthouse, and never lets me forget it.”

Yet.

“Well, that’s where she’s been. Chris says she hasn’t left, either. He’s been keeping an eye on her, apparently.”

Well, then … maybe something was finally working to Gian’s favor for once. He would take what he could get.

“Oh, my God. You smell like a jail cell.”

Cara’s words were grumbled against Gian’s lips, but he still heard them perfectly fine. His chuckles did nothing to quell the way Cara’s nose scrunched up as she pulled away from him in the penthouse hallway. He wanted to bring her closer again—fuck the jail cell smell—but she had a point. He needed a shower, a toothbrush, and a clean suit.

“Sorry, mon ange. I’ll get on it.”

Cara smiled in that sweet way of hers, but a wariness still remained in her gaze. “So, about the charges …”

“Everything is fine,” he assured. “Things have been taken care of.”

“How?”

“Carefully.”

That was the best he could offer, given the circumstances.

“Enough about me. How are you feeling? Would you be more comfortable at your place?”

Cara shook her head. “I don’t want to leave.”

“We don’t have to. Not today, anyway.”

“At all,” Cara said, looking up at him to make her point clear. “Maybe I took some time to think about things while I didn’t have you all up in my head voicing an opinion, too. I like the nursery you set up across from the master bedroom.”

“I told you I wanted one here, just in case.”

“It’s … fully stocked and ready. Everything is set up in there. The walls are even painted a pastel blue.”