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“What did he say?”

“That I had duty in the morning,” he says deadpan.

Lorenzo closes his eyes briefly.

I almost smile, but this is not the moment.

I walk him through more questions from the ride to the hotel, to checking in, all the way up to the room. The questions are exhaustive, and I know they are, but they're also necessary. I need every single detail.

“What happened after?”

He looks at me, then Julian, then his father.

“We had sex.”

“More than once?”

His brows lift.

Lorenzo’s expression does not change, though I suspect he would prefer to be anywhere else.

“Yes.”

“How long were you in the room?”

“Maybe two hours.”

“Maybe?” I lift my brows.

“Like I said, we were there shortly after 10:00, and I left shortly after midnight,” he says.

“What did she say when you told her you had to go?”

“She wanted me to stay.”

“How did she react when you refused?”

He looks at his father again before answering. “She tried to… persuade me to stay.”

“How?”

He looks up at the ceiling.

“Dio mio,” he mutters under his breath.

Lorenzo shifts in his chair, and Alessio drags a hand over his face before answering.

“She tried to seduce me back into bed.” He clears his throat. “Kissed me, pressed her body against me…”

“Was she upset or angry when you said no?”

“No. Disappointed, maybe, but not angry.”

“Did she try to stop you physically?”

“Only…,” he gestures with his hand to his previous words. “She let go when I told her we could meet up the next day.”

I set my pen down again and look at him for this next set of questions.