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Giselle
“What did you just say to my fiancée?” Carlo strode up to my father.
“What?” my father asked as he backed up. “I was just introducing myself. That’s all, man. I swear.” He held his hands up and his face turned stark white.
Carlo’s eyes shot directly to mine. He was asking me—without actually asking me—if what my father was saying was true or not.
I took a few seconds to think and realized there was only one way out of this.
If I outed myself and told Carlo this was my father standing in front of me—
Yeah.
That wouldn’t work out.
Then Carlo would easily find out who I really was. And then people would get hurt.
People I loved.
All because of me.
I’d have to think of another way to get rid of my father.
“He’s telling the truth.” I took a deep breath in. “He just frightened me. I didn’t see him here in the stables.”
Carlo looked me up and down and then settled on my eyes. “You look frightened out of your mind. Did he touch you?” His voice was low and menacing, and it made me shiver.
“No,” I shook my head, “he was just introducing himself like he said. I didn’t see him, and I overreacted.”
Carlo set his hands on his hips and turned to my father. “I think you owe my fiancée an apology. Don’t you?”
My father’s shoulders slumped, and he nodded. “I’m truly sorry, Ms.—” he hesitated and looked at Carlo, “Sovrano.”
Carlo lifted his chin and didn’t correct him.
And I sure as heck wasn’t going to. Carlo was ready to fight—and I knew it. The best thing to do was move on and get Carlo out of here.
“It’s fine,” I said and crouched down to pick up the horse’s brush. “Carlo, we should get going before it gets too late.”
His eyes scanned over me one more time before he retreated behind my father out of the stall. I watched as Carlo walked with him outside. Then I peeked out one of the side windows and hoped my father wouldn’t spill the beans on me.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I made sure to stay hidden. Carlo loomed over my father—and my father looked like he was ready to crap his pants. I might have giggled a little.
Even without so much as lifting a hand, Carlo Sovrano was a force to be reckoned with. I had no doubt that my lumberjack could pound my father into the ground with one hard swoop of his fist.
Part of me wished he would do that.
And the other part hoped my father would get scared off and just leave. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with him.
There were only three reasons why my father would have bothered searching me out.
Number one—he wanted money.
Number two—he was being threatened.
Or number three—both.
