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I shook my head. “I told you, she’s just a friend.”
Gino laughed. “No woman who is willing is just a friend to you.”
I snorted. “You make me sound like a whore.”
“Youarea whore.”
“You don’t go into a store and buy clothes off the shelf, do you? You try something on before you buy.”
“And in your case, you put it back on the shelf,” Gino said and waggled his eyebrows at me.
I laughed and flashed on Celine. She wasn’t the type of woman to just put back on the shelf. She was the type of woman a man would be lucky to have by his side. She was beautiful, she had a good bloodline and a lot of money, but that wasn’t what made her so incredible.
She stood on her own two feet, she didn’t wait for a man to tell her who to be and what to do. In fact, if someone told her what to do, she went against it as a matter of principle. It was her fire that drew me.
It was her fire that got a man burned.
“Come on,” Gino said. “Let’s ride out, and you can tell me all about it.”
I nodded, and we left the house and walked to the stables where we housed five horses. Groomsmen saddled the horses for us before we mounted and headed out into the vineyard.
Nuvole was a large vineyard, some four-hundred thousand hectares, with a river that flowed through the property with the large house overlooking the widest part of it. We rode through the surrounding forest with the horses, the sun falling in dapples on our skin as we passed underneath the canopy of leaves overhead.
“Do you remember Celine and Noah?” I asked.
“The family you stayed with in Seattle?”
“Yeah.”
“You were gaga over that girl, if I remember,” Gino said and ran a hand through his dark hair.
I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’tgagaover her.” Gino had learned the word and loved using it for fucking everything I liked. He used to tell people he was gaga over pizza. English wasn’t his strong suit, but he refused to speak Italian now that we lived in what he liked to call “the New World.”
“Okay, okay, you tell yourself whatever you want.”
I shook my head. “She was at the wedding.”
“Yeah? Why?”
“I don’t know. The odds were slim, but there it was.”
Gino stayed silent.
“It was nice to see her again.”
“You want to see her again? Or just a one-night stand?”
I glared at Gino.
He shrugged. “Don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes, big brother. I know you, and I know that if you want something, you get it.”
I laughed. I couldn’t argue with that, and holy fuck, since the moment I’d laid eyes on Celine again, I’d wanted her.
“I want to see her again,” I said.
“Hmm.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
