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“Does he have a minute to chat?”

“Let me call through.”

Corrado passed Alessio a look who shook his head. The rules of this place was one of the few things Corrado disliked about it. Like needing to check in and out, which could take a while if there was someone ahead of them.

Like now.

The woman—Kasie, was it? He couldn’t remember, and he didn’t care to—spoke into the Bluetooth speaker in her ear, nodding once before smiling at the man on the other side of her podium, still waiting.

“He’s got a few minutes, but your … guest will have to stay here,” she said.

The man and the woman in red shared a quick word before he passed by Corrado, Alessio, and Ginevra to head back into the main section of The Clubhouse. With the podium free so they could check out, retrieve their electronics that everyone was required to drop off upon entering, Corrado stepped up to finish their time here.

As soon as he left Ginevra’s side, Alessio was quick to take his place, sliding an arm around her waist to keep her close to him. Corrado didn’t miss the way the woman in red narrowed her eyes at that, or how her lips pursed when the two he left behind shared a quiet word, and Alessio kissed Ginevra’s temple.

Not that he could say anything about her staring again. The chick at the podium was now pulling the phones out of a small drawer behind her and had the tablet on their information to remove them from the current patrons list.

“Camden wanted you to be aware that, should you bring your guest again,” Kasie told him, “she will need to be made a member. You know the rules, Mr. Guzzi. Once is fine—twice, she’ll need a card.”

Corrado nodded.

He understood the specifics.

It was all about safety here.

“What is it, three members who need to vouch?”

“Correct.”

Corrado tapped a finger against the podium, saying, “Me, Les, and Marcus … we’ll add him to it, have Camden call him to get it done. Does that work for you?”

“Sign here.”

He took the stylus the woman held out and scribbled his unintelligible signature to the bottom of a form she’d brought up on the tablet. There was one on him, and one on Alessio, too.

“And he must sign it, as well. I can email the one over for Marcus after Camden calls first to make sure he’s fine with it.”

Corrado waved two fingers at Alessio, and his silent demand for the man to come over worked. Alessio left Ginevra’s side, coming to stand next to Corrado so he, too, could sign the document. There were a few others things they had to fill out—standard information that The Clubhouse kept on file for all members.

It took five minutes.

It would allow them to bring Ginevra back, though, and she seemed to like it here. Or rather, the restaurant portion, anyway. There was a hell of a lot more to see.

“That’s all,” Kasie said.

“Merci,” Corrado said.

Alessio handed the stylus over as he had been the last to initial a part of the document. “Are we good?”

“Perfect.”

“Great.”

The two of them turned, ready to take Ginevra home.

“I’m just saying, it’s interesting,” he heard a woman say.

The woman in red.