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The thought of fucking Cecilia enters my mind, and I squash it instantly.
“Thanks,” I say lamely, opening the door and walking away as fast as I can.
If I don’t get my feelings for Cecilia under control, I’m fucking doomed.
I avoidCecilia the next day. Fortunately, she keeps to her room, and I’m able to focus on being the good guard I am.
That is, until Salvatore makes an impromptu visit.
When I answer the door and see him standing there, I have to resist the urge to slam the door in his face. “Yes?” I ask.
Salvatore tries to stand taller but doesn’t succeed. “I’m here to see Cecilia.”
“That wasn’t scheduled for the day.” I would know.
“It was a spur of the moment thing.”
I stare at him. “Does Antonio know you’re here?”
He laughs like my question is ludicrous. “Why would I need Antonio’s permission to visit my future wife?”
“Right.” I still don’t let him in.
“You’re just the guard,” he says. “Ask Giulia if I can see her daughter.”
I sigh. “Fine. But wait out here.” I shut the door before he can reply and go find Giulia. She’s in the kitchen, helping the twins with their homework.
“Giulia? Salvatore is here to see Cecilia.”
She glances up with a frown. “Really? That wasn’t planned for today.”
“Well, he’s here.”
She taps Lucia’s homework with a pencil. “Keep working on this. I’ll be right back.” She gets up and walks over to me. “Let him in. But keep an eye on them.”
“Of course.”
“Theo?” she asks as I turn away.
“Yes?”
Giulia lowers her voice so only I can hear. “It’s obvious you don’t like Salvatore. But try to keep your displeasure to a minimum. Antonio needs this deal to go through. Don’t do anything to mess that up.”
I frown. “What would I do to mess it up?”
She just gives me a knowing look before walking out of the kitchen. “I’ll go get Cecilia.”
I let Salvatore in, and he strides past me with a cocky swagger like he’s trying to mark his territory. Well, buddy, I’ve been here a lot longer than you have.
I show Salvatore into the living room, where he settles on the couch, taking up a lot of space. Cecilia comes down, looking glum. When she sees me, she freezes.
I clear my throat and look away. No. I can’t be looking at her. We can’t be exchanging glances.
With a sigh, Cecilia takes a seat in the armchair as far as she can get from Salvatore. I try to hide my smile.
“Hello, dear,” Salvatore greets her. “How are you doing? How’s the wedding planning?”
“Fine,” she says through tight lips.
