Page 29 of Say You're My Wife


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I find myself wanting to justify who the man in the picture is. “That’s me and Gordon. My twin.”

Corrado nods. “Is that your only sibling?”

“Yes, just two of us.” Or one of us now. Pain squeezes my heart. I don’t want to talk about Gordon anymore. “How about you? How many siblings do you have?”

“An older brother and sister. They’re twins.”

“Oh wow, really?”

Corrado grabs his phone. He swiftly goes through it and finds a picture, then looks up. “I’ll show you when you park.”

We drive down his Manhattan street, and naturally, I can’t find parking.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Looking for the parking spot.” Duh.

“We park in the garage.”

“There’s a garage?”

He shows me around the building, and I descend underground, park, and turn in my seat. “If there’s a garage and you can park here, why did my car get towed?”

“Convenience.” Corrado gets out as if it’s no big deal that his people are towing every car that parks in the slot he wants in front of the building.

When I get out and am about to give him a piece of my mind, he meets me outside and shows me a picture of a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed man wearing a sharp black suit standing with a tall, dirty-blonde woman wearing a salmon minidress paired with teal heels.

“My siblings. Severio and Paulina.”

“They’re beautiful people. Your sister is stunning. Does she model?”

Corrado nods. “Not on the runway. Only jewelry.”

“And your brother?”

“Severio runs our financial empire.” The phone slides back into his pocket. “I work with him.”

“In what capacity?” I ask.

“Head of human resources.”

“Oh, like recruitment. Hence the congressmen and others last night. Got it.” I’m sure Corrado’s position as the head of human resources of his financial empire is vastly different from any other human resources director position, given that his empire is built over blown-up lots and the like.

“Speaking of work. There was no interview, was there?” he asks.

Since he’s being honest with me, I admit, “Not today.”

“Tomorrow?”

I shake my head. “The house-sitting job was the best I’ve gotten in six months.”

“And what are you looking for?”

“Anything and everything.”

“That’s not what I meant. What kind of work do you want?”

“You’ll laugh if I tell you.”

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