Page 186 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

She looked up at him, and the words were right there on the tip of her tongue. Say it, and tell him, she thought. He needed to know about the pregnancy, especially now.

A light knock on the window interrupted her from saying anything at all. Chris stood just outside the door, and then gestured back toward the police cruiser. Gian sighed, but nodded once in response.

“I’m sorry, mon ange.”

Cara let him disengage from her, though it cut her up. “Wait.”

Gian already had the door open, and one foot out of the car. “What, Cara?”

She grabbed her bag, and dug through it, searching for a small paper she had shoved in there. Her doctor had made an appointment for her to have an early ultrasound when she had complained about cramping. As it turned out, nothing was wrong, and it was perfectly normal for her muscles to cramp a bit as her uterus grew a baby. She got a little picture of a peanut-shaped blob to keep.

Cara found the sonogram picture, and shoved it into Gian’s hand. The due date of the baby, how far along Cara was, and other information was listed at the top.

Gian’s gaze drifted between the grainy, black and white image in his hand, to Cara, and then back to the picture again. “Is this … uh, what I think it is?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, “that’s exactly what you think it is.”

He didn’t question her on a thing, only leaned back into the car, and kissed her hard on the mouth.

“I’m a little scared,” Cara told him.

Gian cupped her cheek with a firm hold, but a soft touch. “Yeah, I get that now, bella.”

“Five months is like almost the whole time.”

“But not all, okay? Not all, sweet girl.”

“Boss, the cops need to get on the move, so…”

Gian held his hand out, shutting Chris up instantly. Never once did his gaze move from Cara as he did so. “If there’s anything you want or need, Chris will get it for you, or Dom. Someone. Do you understand?”

Cara nodded. “I’m sorry, it was busy with school starting and everything. I missed a couple of my pills and—”

He kissed her again, quieting her. The shiver that worked its way through her spine was wonderfully familiar.

“I don’t care, Cara.”

“Boss—”

“Fuckoff,” Gian barked over his shoulder.

Chris stepped back with hands up. “My apologies.”

Gian’s gaze was back on Cara in a heartbeat. “Five months is nothing. We already did three months, right?”

“We didn’t even fix the problems or talk about all of that, either. We fucked and here we are! Not the same thing, Gian. It’s like a big bomb ticking down that’s going to blow the hell up one day.”

“Close enough, Cara. And who cares if it blows up, as long as it’s spectacular? We’re pretty fucking spectacular, love. Je t'aime, ti amo, I love you. Always.”

That, she did believe.

He loved her crazy, but she didn’t entirely know why.

He loved her stupid, and she liked it too much.

It was all kinds of bad.

They were all kinds of wrong.

Maybe that’s just how they were supposed to be.

“You do need to give me a choice in this—in us.”

Gian laughed in that sexy way of his. “I did give you a choice. You chose to get in my car. You came with me. You’re mine, and you know it.”

Jesus.

Why was he so damn right?

“Always, Cara,” he repeated, kissing her quickly again.

“Always,” Cara echoed.