Page 87 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Gian ignored his younger brother.

“Stay the hell out of my business,” he told them all. “And that is the last fucking time I am going to say it.”

Because mostly, he hated how right the guys were.

He hated how easily they had picked up on his mood and the reason why.

He missed Cara like crazy.

Space, he reminded himself. You’re giving her space.

And also driving himself insane at the same time.

Gian had hoped Cara would get her shit figured out and all would be fine between them. He hadn’t expected … this. Weeks and weeks of waiting, of wondering, and of being entirely fucking alone.

He almost hated how much control that woman had over him.

Except he couldn’t hate that at all.

“If you’re lonely or something,” Constantino said, “then why don’t you go home, Gian?”

Gian raised his brow. “I am home. And Cara wanted space. Although, that’s not your fucking business, either.”

Constantino shook his head. “I didn’t mean here, man.”

All right.

Fuck this whole night.

Gian didn’t even bother to kick the guys out.

He left.

Gian whipped his car into the parking lot belonging to Cara’s apartment building. He checked his phone again, and then triple-checked it just to be sure.

Would you pick me up? My place.

That was all Cara’s text message had said. Gian had barely gotten his confirmative reply typed out before he had pulled an illegal U-turn on a downtown street and headed his lover’s way. He’d only meant to clear his head when he’d left his place earlier, but this was perfectly fine, too.

Gian checked his phone once more, ready to send a message to Cara that he was there, but he didn’t need to. Cara appeared outside the passenger side window, Gian unlocked the door, and she slid inside without a word.

He pulled out of the parking lot while Cara was still buckling up her seatbelt.

“Where to?” Gian asked.

Cara stared out the side window, never looking at him. “I don’t know. Somewhere … quiet?”

“We can do quiet, bella mia.” Thankful for the lack of traffic, Gian headed toward the bay. It was a bit of a drive, but it would be quiet and private. “Do you want to grab some food or something?”

“Sure.”

“Anything specific?”

Cara shrugged. “Anything unhealthy and greasy.”

Gian chuckled. “Junk food, then.”

“What else?”