Page 268 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

He liked neither of those options.

All dressed and ready for his day—albeit in a slightly shittier mood than he suspected he would have been, had he gotten to be balls deep in Cara before seven AM—Gian headed for the kitchen. His walk slowed as voices filtered down the back hall, and it took him all of three seconds to go from shit mood to rage.

“Thank you for letting us up to talk, Miss Rossi.”

“Yes, Gian was never so kind, unless we had a warrant,” Detective Seeley added with a chuckle.

“I didn’t actually let you up,” Cara replied coolly. “I was told I had guests and allowed entrance without asking for details. Not the same thing. My mistake. Don’t think it’ll happen again.”

“Sure, well—”

“What do you want at seven-thirty in the morning?”

Gian held back from entering the kitchen, instead lingering out of sight in the hallway. There, he could still hear the conversation, but the detectives wouldn’t know he was within hearing distance. Shit, he didn’t know if they were aware of his presence in the penthouse at all.

“How long have you been living here, again?” Detective Seeley asked.

“I’ve owned the penthouse for a couple of months or so. Why?”

“Curious. Where is Gian this morning?”

Cara said nothing.

The detective chuckled. “You’re not sure or he’s with his wife?”

Gian stiffened, anger flooding him all over again. Using his wife to annoy, offend, or bother Cara in any way just seemed like a prick move on the man’s part.

“Where Gian is can’t be any more or less important than whatever the fuck you want,” Cara replied sweetly.

“Little ears are listening, Miss Rossi.”

“I’m sure my son will hear worse.”

“With a mob boss for a father, I would tend to agree.”

Another dig.

Cara only laughed. “Right. Moving on. What do you want, or again, you can leave. Mornings are busy with a baby, as I’m sure you know.”

“We’ve gone over some of your interviews and statements with police after the latest attack, and wanted to go through other details with you that you may not have been aware of. Or rather, some suspicions we have that may be of interest to you, where Gian is concerned.”

“I’m sure they won’t concern me at all,” Cara said flippantly, “but you can try.”

“Never say never,” Seeley replied all too cheerfully. “Shorty before your attack, you found yourself in a bit of an awkward situation, didn’t you?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Photos of you were distributed. See, the shelter reported the photos, as the owner assumed you too would be opening an investigation into such a matter.”

Gian swore he could feel Cara’s tension when she said, “I don’t know exactly what kind of legal action I could have taken for those, but I assure you whatever the penalty, it would not have fit the crime or made me feel any better.”

“Are you aware that Gian’s father-in-law was the person to distribute those photographs?”

No, Cara was not.

Because Gian hadn’t told her.

Fuck.