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So, she needed to avoid it.

Entirely.

Right?

“Would you stop? Christ, woman!”

Ginevra didn’t make it to the bedroom before Alessio caught up to her in the hallway. His hand snagged her wrist and grabbed tight before she found herself spun around fast. The walls were a blur until everything stopped, her back hit the edge of the decorative table a couple of feet away from the bedroom doorway, and Alessio closed in on her.

She felt like a caged animal.

This man had that effect.

When he loomed over her, when he got close, and those eyes of his were only on her. Yeah, she felt just like a caged animal, and he was the predator that found his prized prey. Not that she minded it, but right then … Ginevra wanted to hide away.

“I want to go to my room,” she whispered.

Alessio’s brow dipped. “Ginevra—”

“I didn’t mean to see that last night, and I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have spied. Please, let me go.”

He didn’t.

In fact, he moved closer.

Pinned her harder.

Ginevra dragged in a ragged breath. “What are you doing?”

“You think we’re mad at you?”

“I—”

“The door was open, Ginny.”

She blinked at how he said those words. Like it just was, and she should have realized that a long time ago. She didn’t think he was talking only about the bedroom door, either. She only had to consider it, and this last month with the three of them living in the same place.

Rarely did they close doors.

In any room.

Alessio and Corrado didn’t tamper their tones when they spoke, either. It didn’t matter if they were talking about the weather while running on the treadmill or shouting at one another in the office like they had when Alessio first came back.

The doors didn’t get closed.

They let her hear everything.

She saw everything.

Her gaze lifted to meet Alessio’s, and there, she found a raging blue storm staring at her, but in the middle of it all, she found truth. They’d purposely done that—never once had they hid themselves, their baggage, or the rest. To her, they stayed way open.

Alessio, too, she now realized. Even when he had been so mad, closed off, keeping that distance, and dealing with his own mountain of problems, he’d not shut her out physically. It was disconcerting.

Because she liked that.

And it terrified her, too.

“Ginevra,” he murmured.