Page 32 of Unraveled

Yes, that’s what she was.

Fucked.

“There is no such thing in the Bible,” Gian assured.

“There should be,” Cara mumbled to herself. “It’s not fair to all us unsuspecting women walking around, you know.”

Gian lifted a shoulder. “There’s really only one woman who needs to be worrying about it, at the moment.”

“Oh?”

His brown eyes lifted to meet hers unabashed, his grin still firmly in place. “You, Cara. Just you.”

She didn’t know what game this man was playing, but he was damn good at it.

“What are you doing here, Gian?”

“You owe me a coffee. It also happens to be dinnertime, so I thought you might like food, too.”

Cara came a little closer to the back of his Lexus. “And you knew where I lived, how?”

“Constantino is chatty when he drinks,” Gian admitted. “I tend to use that to my advantage at times.”

“My cousin?”

“Surprised he knows things about you?”

“A little,” Cara replied. “We’re not really close.”

“You don’t have to be,” Gian said, not elaborating further. “He also mentioned you might have your weekends free, which is why your uncle often calls on you, if he needs an extra hand at the bar like he did the other night.”

Cara eyed him curiously. “So, you’ve been asking about me?”

“Oui. Is that a problem?”

“Maybe.”

“Funny, bella, you don’t sound like it’s a problem.”

Cara barely held back her smile.

Damn him.

“Is your weekend free?” Gian asked quieter.

“My whole weekend?” Cara shrugged. “That’s a hell of a lot more than coffee or dinner, Gian.”

“It is, but shit, go big or go home, Cara. I’m interested in you—very interested, love. I’m not about to hide my intentions in that regard. It won’t get me what I want, if I do. So if your weekend is free, and you might like a bit more than dinner with me, you should get your pretty ass inside my car as soon as you possibly can, so we can get out of here.”

Cara sucked in a sharp breath, stunned and aroused at the same time. With only a few words, he’d provoked her into a reaction, and this time, he hadn’t even needed to touch her to do it. He demanded, she reacted.

Damn him, indeed.

“And what would this weekend include?” Cara asked.

Gian waved a hand, smiling. “I’ve come into some real estate in Ottawa, and I greatly need a break from my life. I’ll get to leave this city for a bit—breathe outside of this familiar hell. It’s not been a fun couple of weeks. I’d like to see the real estate, and enjoy myself while I do it.”

Cara wet her lips. “With me.”