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His nostrils flared. “I wasn’t aware you’ve run a company.”
I refused to be spoken down to. “If you think someone has to run a company to have common sense, you’re more out of touch than I realized.”
He straightened, leaning forward. “I’m not out of touch.”
I shrugged. “Okay. If you say so.”
Our friends carried on around us while Luca continued giving me a dark stare. As soon as the bill was paid, he shot out of his chair, mumbling excuses and saying goodbye to everyone but me. In the flurry of his sudden departure, no one else seemed to notice the slight, but I had.
And I hated how much it stung.
Chapter Seven
Luca
Forthefirsttimein weeks, I was alone in my home. Vincent had flown back to Italy, taking all his chaos with him.
I’d spent my evening in the blessed quiet, eating a meal I’d cooked without anyone talking over my shoulder and drinking the scotch I’d hidden from him so he didn’t pour it over one of the women he’d paraded through here.
That wasn’t paranoia either. A year ago, he’d cracked open the bottle of Macallan I’d been saving for a special occasion and drank it off the body of a woman he’d met that evening. Most of it had ended up soaking into my guest bedroom mattress, and I’d nearly wept at the waste.
I also hadn’t allowed him back into my condo for a year. The only reason I had this time was because of my father’s heart attack. Vin had provided a much-needed distraction from the worry.
Now I was settled in my den, a heavy pour of Macallan in my glass, my laptop on my lap, devouring the employment file of one Ms. Saoirse Kelly.
She had letters of recommendation from her past ten employers, and they were all glowing. I’d come to the reluctant conclusion none of what she’d told me the night she was here had been a lie. My fucking ears had just heard her name wrong. If I’d heard Saoirse, I would have asked questions because there weren’t that many six-foot-tall blondes named Saoirse walking around Denver, and I’d been well aware of Elise’s best friend since I’d been hearing about her for years.
But how had she not known who I was?
My need for answers beat out my common sense. I logged into my company email to fire off a message to her.
From:[email protected]
Saoirse,
Did you know who I was?
-Luca
It took less than fifteen minutes for her to reply.
From:[email protected]
Luca,
Well, hello to you, sir.
No, I didn’t know who you were. You told me your name was Luke (which I now realize you meant Luc, but I didn’t know at the time), and I had no reason to suspect you were anyone I should have known.
If we can put our first meeting behind us, that would be great. We share the same friends, and I’m working for your company for at least the next month, so it would be easier to act like it didn’t happen, don’t you agree?
Sincerely,
Your Inconvenient Hookup, Saoirse-not-Sasha
