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Corrado glanced his way, raising a single brow. “Pardon you?”

Smirking, Alessio nodded toward the front of the café where Ginevra chatted with the man behind the counter who now handed over her coffee, and donut. Alessio hadn’t missed how if Corrado’s glare could burn someone to the ground right where they stood, the man who had the nerve to talk to Ginevra would be a pile of fucking ashes.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Corrado grinned. “Hmm.”

“Do you do that for me, too?”

“What?”

“Glare at people who get too close.”

Corrado didn’t reply.

Alessio didn’t need him to.

Yes, he did.

Corrado was very good at hiding his possessiveness. At least, to the people he was possessive over. He didn’t have a problem with making people aware they stepped out of line.

Not at all.

“So, where to now?”

Corrado and Alessio broke their staring contest to find Ginevra had left the counter, and the chatty man behind, to come stand in front with a smile that reached her bright eyes. Honestly, she was probably happy to be out of the penthouse again.

“To get you a dress,” Corrado said.

Ginevra sipped from the to-go cup of coffee. “I have dresses.”

“No, a new dress.”

“You have heard of reusing things, right?”

Alessio scoffed. “You have high hopes, woman.”

Corrado scowled. “I can spend my money however I want to.”

“Yes, you can,” Alessio agreed, “but most people don’t spend money like you do.”

“Why do I need a new dress, though?”

“We have a club opening to go to in a couple of days,” Corrado explained, “and because I want to. Also, something for dinner tonight with my parents, too.”

“I miss Cara,” Ginevra said absently.

“That’s why we’re having dinner. And because she demanded it.”

Alessio reached out and snuck a piece off her donut … which ended up being a quarter. Well, she noticed.

Ginevra gave him a look.

He winked as he popped it into his mouth.

“Are we shopping, or no?” Corrado asked.

“Right after someone gets me another donut,” Ginevra replied, not looking away from Alessio. “Since they don’t know how to ask for their own.”