Page 52 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Distractions, she thought.

That’s what he was doing.

Distracting her.

Fuck.

It was a good distraction.

Sleepy-eyed, Cara leaned in the doorway of the small gym, and tried to get some of the sleep out of her head. Gian didn’t seem to notice her presence as his speed on the treadmill picked up from a jog to a thirty-second sprint before it shut off. He didn’t even give himself time to breathe before he moved off the machine, and headed to the bar for a set of a dozen chin-ups.

Cara had no idea where this man got his energy.

But shit, it was a beautiful thing to watch.

The power, his body’s lines, and the way he focused in on his task … it was all rather beautiful.

Gian dropped to the floor once his chin-ups were finished, and reached for a waiting water bottle and hand towel. Cara let him relax before she cleared her throat to make her presence known to him.

He flashed her one of his signature grins as he came close enough to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Morning.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Most of the night,” he answered.

“The concussion, I forgot.”

“You didn’t need to be staying up with me, anyway. Beauty sleep.”

Cara scoffed. “You do see me, right? Because nothing about this screams beauty at the moment.”

Her hair was wild. Her eyes were sleepy. She had shoved on his forgotten dress shirt instead of her clothes because it was easier. She needed coffee, food, and a shower, and then she might be half presentable to the public.

Gian’s hand tangled into her messy hair as he brought her closer for a kiss to her cheek. “Shut up and take the compliment, Cara.”

Well, then …

“Fine, but I’m all fucked-out, so don’t think you’re getting laid for that one this morning.”

His laughter came out dark and heady, waking Cara up even more. “Fucked-out, that’s a new one.”

“I need more time being awake to properly converse like a real human.”

“Well, let’s get some food in you and then see how you feel,” Gian said.

Cara followed behind him as he headed toward his penthouse’s kitchen. “Now is probably the best time to ask this, then, huh?”

“Ask what, Cara?”

“Who that guy—Frankie—was last night, and why he called me Lea.”

Gian’s steps came to a full stop.

Cara damn near ran into his back.

Slowly, he turned to face her, his amusement from earlier gone entirely. “You’re not going to drop that, are you?”

“As much as I like you on your knees, eating my pussy like it’s the last thing you’re ever going to taste, no, that’s not going to work today. If that’s what you meant to say.”