Page 112 of Alessio

“I have to wash my hands, don’t I?”

“Fine.” Alessio left Corrado’s side, so he could slip in behind Ginevra at the sink. His chin rested on her naked shoulder as she washed her hands. As soon as she finished, not that her hands were dried because it wouldn’t matter, he picked her up in that same cradle hold and carried her to the bath. “It’ll help the muscles, Ginny.”

“Is someone getting in with me?”

Corrado chuckled as he placed her in the hot water. “Better that we not.”

“You should rest,” Alessio agreed.

Ginevra sunk lower under the water, all of her curves and lines available for them to admire as some of her tension drifted away. “This is nice.”

Corrado kneeled down, resting an arm along the edge of the clawfoot tub while he tucked stray strands of her hair behind her ear with his fingers. She turned her head into his touch, tucking her cheek into his palm, and smiling.

“It’s your turn to be taken care of, huh?” he asked in a murmur. “You’re always so busy worrying about us, Ginevra. We’re fine … we’ve been driving each other up the wall for years.”

“Not a lie,” Alessio said behind him.

“Point is,” Corrado continued, “it’s our turn to take care of you. Whatever you want, you ask.”

Her gaze drifted between him, and then to Alessio.

“I have what I want here,” she whispered.

Right.

Corrado heard what she didn’t say.

It was outside of this place where she was missing the important parts of her life.

“I miss my sisters,” she said, shrugging. “But I know—”

“I might be able to help with that.”

Now.

It was a risk, and Chris had been quick to refuse the first time Corrado asked for help with his plan a couple of weeks back. Corrado was done trying to get something from Andino Marcello for Ginevra related to her sisters.

The man wasn’t giving anything.

So, fine.

Corrado would go elsewhere.

Ginevra’s gaze lit up. “Really?”

He smiled. “It might not be everything you want, but it is something. Will that help?”

“Yes.”

“All right.”

Good enough for him.

Corrado stood straight and turned to Alessio with a shrug. “You good for a minute?”

“Of course.”

Alessio was quick to take Corrado’s previous place at the side of the tub. Although while Corrado had been fine to let Ginevra rest in the water for as long as she wanted with no interference from him, Alessio was more practical.