Page 60 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Cara’s fingers stopped their dancing instantly. “Yet, you’re bringing me into it.”

“Not really. You’ve made it clear that I am not your type of man because of the business side of my life, Cara. You have no interest in being there. It makes it easy to keep you the hell out of it, when you don’t want to be a part of it at all.”

“Oh.”

“It’s an unnecessary fucking complication,” Gian said, knowing damn well he sounded crass and harsh. “And I like that we have this way of just enjoying each other, our time together, talking in bed, you thinking you’re sneaking up on me in the mornings when I know damn well you are there. Me reading in bed and you wearing my shirts. I like those things. They are uncomplicated, easy things for me to do, Cara. You don’t ask for more, so I don’t offer. But if you did ask, if you did want more, then I would try to give you that, too.”

“And you’re not doing that with someone else,” she said.

“No.”

“Or anything else, either.”

Gian chuckled lowly. “No, again.”

“Okay.” Cara gave him one of her brilliant smiles that lit up her pretty, delicate features. “I was also kind of irrationally pissed off at you this week, too.”

“For what?”

“Knowing something about my twin that I didn’t.”

Gian scowled. “That’s unfair.”

“I told you it was irrational.”

True.

“Fair enough,” he uttered. “Are you still angry about that? Even irrationally.”

Cara laughed a tinkling, musical sound. “Lucky for you, no. I’m not mad, or I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

“You would have come.”

“You don’t know that.”

Gian’s grin deepened. “You came tonight, not even knowing what this was. You came with a tight-as-hell dress on, even though I know my man only told you to dress appropriately for an upscale evening. You came with fuck-me-heels on and your hair loose and wild the way I like. You put the red lipstick on that I like to see stained on my sheets. You would have come, Cara, whether you were pissed off or not.”

Her cheeks reddened. “So you’re a good fuck—I never denied that, Gian.”

“Try again.”

She blew out a slow breath. “God, you’re insufferable.”

“Try again, mon ange.”

“I know that means you’re calling me your angel. I know how to use the internet, Gian.”

“Try again.”

“Could you try to be a little less arrogant?” she asked.

“I don’t give an inch, because everyone thinks they can take a mile. Try again.”

Cara’s eyes blazed as she turned them on him. “I came because I like you, and you make it hard to say no, even when you’re not asking.”

He’d take that.

Fucking right he would.