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They were both quiet for a moment, thinking about that first night. Dante had to shift in his seat again. That had been fucking intense.
“So... what you’re saying is that you’ve been in a relationship with me, and I didn’t know it? Am I that oblivious?”
Dante relaxed his shoulders. André wasn’t denying that there had been something more than just sex between them. “Maybe we’re both a little slow on the uptake?”
André eyed him, nodding slowly.
“What if you moved here and I was with someone else?”
That was something Dante hadn’t let himself think about. Also, he was a grown-ass man, and look, here he was using his words.
“But you aren’t, are you?” Dante was ninety-nine percent sure André wasn’t dating anyone. He wouldn’t have let Dante in the house that night if he was involved with another man.
André’s eyebrows drew together. “No, but that’s not the point.”
It was totally Dante’s point.
“Have you been with anyone else?”
After a slight pause, Dante saw André’s expression change as he realized that there’d been no one but Dante. At least, he hoped that’s what it was because otherwise the smug feeling in his chest was over nothing.
“No. No, I haven’t.”
Dante made no attempt to hide his satisfied grin. However, a growling sound that was not Luna emanated from André’s stomach and had him frowning again.
“Sorry. I guess I’m hungry.”
Dante would feed him in a minute. He couldn’t stop now, even if he could almost hear his Italian grandmother berating him for not immediately rushing into the kitchen.
“Do you want to be with someone else?” He needed to make absolutely certain he wasn’t making an ass of himself. Or maybe declaring sincere and deep feelings for someone made everyone feel like they’d just jumped out of a perfectly good airplane.
“Obviously not,” André snapped back. “I’ve been here almost a year, I am definitely still single, and no, I don’t want to be with someone else.” Nodding, he nibbled thoughtfully at his lower lip. “So, this grocery buying and breaking into my house, bringing me dinner. This is you... flirting?”
“I’d say more like wooing.”
“Wooing,” André repeated with a snort and a raised eyebrow.
“Wooing,” Dante confirmed. “And absolutely not creepy at all.”
“But you’re still basically in hiding. Dani saw something, maybe can ID the killer?”
“Dani witnessed the murder, yeah. She was at the top of the stairs.”
He hated talking about Simone’s death. He hated his brain for being too good at imagining the scene in vivid color and slow motion.
“And said scumbag knows this?”
“Presumably. The hired gunmen were found dead in a field outside of Salem. I was told it wasn’t pretty.”
“And they know Dani was there.” André didn’t sound like the idea surprised him.
Theywas Aldo Campos, but André didn’t need to know that. The fewer who knew, the better.
“You know as well as I do that LEOs talk. I was on assignment in eastern Oregon and didn’t get to her until she’d been transported to the downtown station. Hatch got to her as fast as he could, but someone other than the actual killers knows Dani was there.”
“If the shooters are dead, why is she still in danger?”
“They were only able to ID one of them. The second could be gunman number two or could just be someone with the worst luck.”
