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“Are you sure?” Nia looked ready to attack him for me.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Well, I’m going to give you guys some space, but holler if you need me.” She walked back to her bedroom. Or at least I thought she had. When I opened the front door, she came bounding back out and gave Paolo a strange hand gesture. Then she stomped off, still giving himmean looks.

“What was that she did?”

I sighed. “I think she was trying to do this.” I pointed at my eyes with two fingers and then pointed at him with the same two fingers in the classic ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

He made a face. “Are you sure? Because that didn’t look anything like it…”

“That’s what I was trying to do,” she yelled from her bedroom.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Can I come in?”

I rolled my eyes but stepped to the side, letting him in. “That’s mainly because I don’t want my neighbors to hate me. Just FYI.”

He nodded. “Of course.” He walked over to me and planted a kiss on the top of my head.

“Hey,” I said, unable to look at him or pretend as if everything was fine.

“What’s wrong? Why did you move out?”

I glanced at him and ignored the question. “Where’ve you been?”

“Work.”

“But what about the night of your parents’ dinner party? Where’d you go when it was over?”

Did I imagine the flash of guilt that went through his eyes?

“You weren’t feeling good and didn’t answer your texts. I assumed you went home and went to bed.”

“Where did you sleep?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Did you sleep with Gia Santoro?”

“No,” he sounded horrified. “Why would I do that?”

“She made it pretty clear that’s happened before.”

“But not while I was with you, baby.” He ran his hand through his hair. “And I’ve never slept with her; it was just a blow…”

“So, where did you go after the dinner party?” Would he tell me the truth? Would he think I didn’t know?

“I went back to my place.” He turned away from me when he said it, taking that moment to take his tie off and drape it over the back of a chair.

“Really?”

“Yes,” he laughed and came over to rest his hands on my shoulders. Before he could start the massage I knew he was going to give me, I stood up and pulled away from him. I turned to face him.

He looked surprised. “Would you please tell me what’s wrong?”

“So, you went back to your place and nowhere else?”