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His brother eyes us and then smiles in his own glass. “So, marriage is going well, I see.”
“She only tried to kill me once.”
My heart rolls down like a stone in my stomach and my eyes bulge.
His brother now fully laughs, and his father sends me an amused look, while his mother blinks.
“He’s joking.”
I pinch him under the table and put my entire strength into it, causing him to flinch.
“Of course, she wouldn’t harm me. She’s all over me.”
I will kill him and not care, but then with my luck, I would probably be locked in hell with him for an eternity . . . Now that would be the definition of hell. His brother keels over with laughter and his parents beam while I force a sweet smile on my face.
I’m munching on prosciutto and melon on a stick when Cato leans in and whispers, “It can’t be better than my cock,cara.”
I breathe in and out as I chew on the meat and fruit.This will be your dick, I say with my gaze. He laughs, freely, carefree, the sound deep and lyrical, showing a perfect set of white teeth, and my heart trips over its beats. Disturbed, crazy, impossible man. I just hope it won’t rub off on me.
I am proud of myself when we finish dinner and I succeed in not giving in to my instincts of killing him. The men disappear in the office and his mother smiles at me. “Thank you.”
She wouldn’t thank me if she knew how many times a day I think of killing her son.
“I haven’t seen him like this, well . . . I don’t even remember. Never, I guess.”
Her eyes turn glassy, and I place my hand over hers, trying to offer my silent support. There are times I glimpse his hollowness and it scares me, too. I follow her outside the room, and she shows me to the indoor garden with a wall fountain.
“My best friend loves gardening, too.”
“And what do you love?”
“I make jewelry.”
“You made the bracelet Cato is wearing?”
I nod, afraid I might curse his name for stealing it. His compliment filled my chest with delight to the point of overspilling.
“The question remains if you can love him.” Marina looks lost in her thoughts. “Love is about accepting and loving the other in totality, just as they are.”
I am not and will never be in love with him.
She must sense my mood change. “Enough of this.”
Someone calls her, and I find a bench swing in the corner and drop onto it. A headache throbs between my temples and a mix of emotions cage me in from different angles.
Cato steps inside the garden, carrying with him that aura of danger and seduction that is my kryptonite. “I thought you escaped.”
“I allowed myself to be dumb just once.”
“Good. Don’t let it happen again.”
He sits next to me and places my feet on his lap and massages my calves.
“Your family is different.”
He cocks his head, his attention focused solely on me. What a heady sensation, as if I am the center of his world, the object of his desire—the gravitational force he can’t escape. After a few scattered breaths, I manage to continue, “They love and accept you for who you are.”
“I thought parents do that, regardless.”
