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“The other what?” I bite out.
“When you said, ‘there’s Gabe’ in a way that sounded like there is something else too.”
My anger dies as if it never existed.
“Oh,” I drag out, “that.” I force a smile, but she doesn’t return it. “I might be seeing someone?”
“How long?”
“I don’t know?” I chew on my lip, knowing she isn’t going to take this well. “A few weeks.” I shrug. “Four, five, sixish maybe,” I say, thinking in my head, not really knowing what timeframe I should give her. It’s technically been right at six weeks since Drago and I first had sex, but we’ve only been really seeing each other about a month.
She crosses her arms, staring at me.
This is the Alana I hate, well, not hate, because I love her, but I do not like it when she looks at me like she is doing right now. Like I’ve betrayed her, and she doesn’t know what to do or say to me.
Luckily, I’m saved when the door flies open and in walks Drago.
A breath I didn’t know I was holding pushes out of my mouth.
Closing the door, he looks between Alana and I as he walks farther inside, bypassing me to head into my kitchen.
I leave my spot to go sit on the couch. I beckon my sister-in-law to join me but instead, she just stands there with a curious look as she eyes Drago.
He walks back into the living room toting a bottle of water. Stopping and leaning into the wall next to my kitchen, he takes a long swallow of water from the plastic bottle as he stares back at Alana.
Drago’s expression is unreadable, but something gives me the impression he knows her or maybe recognizes her. Looking up at her, I get the same feeling from her about him.
“So, you’re the notorious Drago Acerbi I’ve heardnothingabout.”
Drago raises an eyebrow. I’m assuming at Alana’s choice of word to describe him.
“Aren’t you Alana Malone?” he finally asks.
So, my hunches were right.
Alana smiles.
“You’re going to have to do more to impress me than just knowing who I am.”
His eyes cut over to mine, cocking his head. “Your brother know you’re consorting with the enemy?”
I die. Right there on the couch, I die. Laughter I didn’t know existed inside me erupts from deep within, and I can’t contain it. Nor can I stop it once it starts. I laugh so hard tears leak from my eyes and my body slips off the sofa, landing me on the floor. I try pounding the ground, but it does nothing to contain how funny I find that.
“What’s so funny about what I asked?” Drago questions. “It was a legit question.”
“Enemy!” Oh, wow.
He has no idea, but before I can quit long enough to enlighten him, Alana speaks up. “I’m Jackson’s wife.”
I look up to see a stunned and possibly disbelieving Drago staring back at her. He finally turns, facing me.
“It’s true,” I confirm, but why he doesn’t want to believe her, I don’t understand. “Alana is my sister-in-law.”
“You’re his biggest competition though.” Drago shakes his head. “The Andrews-Malone war is common knowledge and topics of discussion in and around SF.”
Alana lets out a huff of air as her hands go to her hips.
“What’s he talking about?” The amusement is suddenly wiped from my expression.
