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I deflate. "Is that so obvious?"
"Both of you have a connection that’s clear to see. It’s the only reason to give him time to come around."
The intercom buzzes. We glance at each other, then Mira walks to the doorway and answers it. She speaks in a voice that’s too low for me to make out the words, then buzzes whoever it is in. She turns to me. "It’s Gio. I guessed you'd be okay with my inviting her up?"
I nod.
Mira opens the door, and a few seconds later, Gio enters. "Hey!" She greets Mira, then turns to me. "Thanks for letting me in, especially as I’m not the person you probably want to see right now."
I half smile. "You’re always welcome here, Gio."
Her features soften. She walks into the room, takes one look at my features and bursts out, "What’s he done now?"
I choke out a laugh. "You’re something else, you know that?"
She walks over to me in her six-inch heels, places her designer handbag and a paperback on the coffee table, then sits down next to me. "Mind sharing?" She glances at the ice cream.
I hand over the tub, and she takes a mouthful. She makes a humming sound and swallows. "Sooo good. I always forget this is my favorite flavor, until I taste it."
"Right?" I wipe away my tears. "And to answer your question, he hasn't done anything wrong—"
"Just wrong by you?"
I glance away. "I’m not sure."
"That’s my fault. I’m the one who thinks she should give him a chance, but I’m sure you think otherwise. Gio?"
Gio looks at Mira. "You think I’m heartless, don’t you?"
Mira rolls her eyes. She walks over, takes the ice cream tub from Gio, and scoops out a spoonful. "I didn’t say that. But I also know you don’t have as soft a heart as me."
"Those with the hardest exteriors hide the most emotions," she murmurs.
Both of us look at her. A frown appears between Mira’s eyebrows. "Beneath that ball-breaker persona you portray to the world, you’re a romantic, aren’t you?"
She scoffs, "I was talking about Knight."
"Hmm." Mira seems like she’s about to say something, then changes her mind.
"What?" Gio scowls at her.
"Nothing." Mira’s lips twitch.
I pull my knees up and rest my chin on them. "Did Knight call you again or—"
"I wrapped up work, wanted to hang out with undemanding company, so—" she raises a shoulder.
"Gee, thanks, you have a way with words," Mira murmurs.
"Oh, please, bitch, you know what I mean." Gio reaches over and grabs the paper bag, then pulls out a gold-colored package with a familiar brand-name of very expensive chocolate. Only the best for this woman.
"Godiva!" Mira cries.
"The only chocolate brand worth eating." She rips open the package, flips open the cover, then proceeds to drop a few of the pieces into the ice cream tub that Mira holds.
"Try that." Gio gestures.
Mira fishes out one of the ice-cream covered chunks, licks it off the spoon, then moans. "Ohmyfuckinggod, that is orgasmic." She swallows. "Not as orgasmic as some of the O’s that man has, no doubt, given you"—she stabs her spoon at me—"but I'll wager it’s close."
