Page 66 of Entangled

“That’s … wonderful, Gian.”

“I have too much, I don’t need it all, Cara. I can afford to give some away. Unfortunately, there are those who are not comfortable with taking money from a man with my last name and affiliations, so I have become smarter about donating, using businesses as a shell of sorts, where my name is too deep into the paperwork for people to care.”

“And I take it, this started long before I ever stumbled upon this place?”

He laughed, dark and husky.

It nearly killed her every time she heard that damn sound come out of his mouth. It was so fucking unfair that all the pregnancy hormones running through her body made it even more difficult to control herself around Gian. All it took was one of his chuckles, a look, or a smirk, and she was a stupid pile of hormones and desire.

And oh, God.

Being touched?

Apparently, Cara’s body had nerves where they never existed before.

Gian loved that.

Cara was just … overwhelmed.

All. The. Time.

“Long before you,” Gian said. “I may have upped the amounts I donate over the last few months, but I tend to do that whenever I have a particularly good year, money-wise.”

“Oh.”

“So, the appointment?”

Cara picked up her jacket and purse off the back of a chair. “You don’t have to come for that, I told you. It’s just a checkup to make sure he’s where he’s supposed to be.”

Once she was close enough for him to reach out and grab her, Gian did just that. Cara found herself tugged into his side, his arm wrapped around her lower back, and then he pressed a soft kiss to her temple. Cara’s smile grew as her eyes fluttered closed.

“I want to go,” he murmured against her skin. “And then I would like to take you out to eat, get you home, relaxed and comfortable, and see what happens.”

“That does sound nice.”

Gian’s fingers danced over the column of her throat before he pushed her wayward curls aside. Just the feeling of his fingers against her skin was enough to make heat and lust bloom.

This was heaven and hell.

Cara had been trying to let Gian in more, and not be so guarded. Especially not where his wife was concerned, or even just them in general. She finally understood what he meant about circumstances and details muddling up a situation that most people only saw from the outside, and never what was below the surface.

He made her so happy.

He loved her so much.

Why did she have to give up those beautiful things, and Gian, because others said they were wrong? She wouldn’t. Certainly not now.

“I love you, Cara,” Gian said.

Like he could read her fucking mind.

“I know you do. You can say it in three languages, remember?”

He never forgot to tell her he loved her, in the loud moments, the quiet ones, and all the times in between. He never once forgot.

“And I can mean it in every one of them, Cara.”

No, they weren’t bad or wrong.