Page 61 of Unraveled

Gian chuckled, rocking her body that was tucked tight against his. “You were supposed to be up an hour ago.”

“Just read.”

“Cara.”

“Gian.”

He made the sexiest noise under his breath. “You know I can’t refuse you when you say my name like that, Cara. That’s unfair.”

“More reading, less nagging.”

“You have terrible morning habits.”

“I also have a gorgeous man in my bed and a study group, first thing, that I can afford to miss. Shut up and read, Gian.”

In French, actually.

He was reading in French, and Cara loved it. She didn’t understand a damn word he was saying, for the most part. There was something about his voice that soothed her and provoked her at the same time.

With a half-hearted sigh, Gian continued reading. Les Misérables, to be exact. She didn’t know what to do with this conundrum of a man. He wasn’t entirely good, but he wasn’t entirely bad, either. He wore shoes and suits that cost more than what most people made in a month, yet ate comfort food and liked cheap beer. He had set a gun on her nightstand the night before, but brought a classic novel in from his car like he needed it just as badly, too. He was educated, high-class, and Toronto elite, but rough, dirty, and full of sin, too.

Cara didn’t know what to do with all the pieces of Gian Guzzi.

Not a clue.

The cadence of Gian’s tenor changed before his French turned to English as he asked, “You don’t even understand what I’m reading, do you?”

Cara shrugged, snuggling in closer to Gian and soft sheets. “Don’t have to.”

“That’s sort of the point of being read to, right?”

“Not right now.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You wouldn’t.” Cara hummed a happy sort of sound, grinning up at the dark-eyed man staring down at her. “It’s your voice. It’s an all the time thing, Gian. The way you sound, you probably don’t even hear it, but I do.”

“And how do I sound?”

She could have said many things.

Sexy.

Lovely.

Comforting.

Arousing.

Deep.

Provoking.

The truth was, Gian’s voice—and him, really—was a mix of all of those things. Settling on one was not enough. It did not do him justice.

“Dangerous,” Cara whispered. “You sound dangerous, Gian.”

For a long while, Gian stared at Cara, never blinking or moving a muscle. It was as though he didn’t quite know what to make of her statement. “I’ve never been told that before.”