Page 154 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

There was something about the city of Toronto in the summer that Cara Rossi loved. People seemed happier in the summer.

It was definitely not Chicago.

Speaking of Chicago …

“Seems my sister is so busy, she can’t even be bothered to phone me on a regular basis,” Tommas said the moment Cara picked up her brother’s call.

“I don’t even get a hello, huh?”

“Do you think you deserve one?”

“I think I’m your only living sister, so a hello would be nice.”

“Hello, Cara. Call me more often, please. I like to know you’re still alive and kicking. Without having to call to ask if you are. Okay?”

Cara rolled her eyes upward. “I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while; I have been busy, regardless of what you think.”

“Do tell.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“What has you so busy that you can’t afford a five-minute phone call?” her brother asked.

“You’re such a nosy little shit. I think you get that from your wife.”

Tommas snorted. “Believe me, out of the two of us, it is me who is the nosiest. Abriella gets all the dirty details from me.”

“I bet.”

“I worry about you, Cara. That’s all.”

She slowed a bit in her walk to allow an older couple to go ahead of her. “You don’t need to be worried about me at all. How was the wedding?”

“That was a month ago.”

“I did call to congratulate you. You were gone. I left a message on the house phone.”

“I have a cell phone, too.”

“Which you turned off for days,” Cara argued.

Tommas grunted under his breath. “Fine, my bad. I’m shit at keeping in touch, too. I get it.”

“So, the wedding?”

“It was wonderful,” Tommas said. “I waited a long time for that day.”

Cara smiled. “Good, Tommy.”

“We headed to New York after the wedding, and then took a trip to Italy for a bit. It took us a good two weeks after we got home to settle back into a routine. That, and Abriella had to find a new doctor that she liked and we had appointments for that to catch up on.”

“A doctor, for what?”

Tommas cleared his throat. “So, we might have found out some good news the morning we got married.”

“Like?”

“Like Abriella is pregnant,” Tommas said quietly.