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“Everyone at our table. Me, Blanc, Zhang, Smith, and Jones.”
“And you were all threatened?”
“In one way or another.” His jaw tics. “I thought there was a hint or clue in Jones’ letter. It ended up being a dead end. Not one of my contacts has any idea who this fucker is. He’s like a ghost, and ghosts are dangerous.”
“You’ll find him.”
“We can’t be sure. No, my best bet is to increase security on you while I hunt down this man.”
I laugh, thinking he’s kidding. One look at his face has me shaking my head.
“You can’t be serious. Alessandro, I barely leave the house as it is and you’re wanting to lock me down even more?”
“Have you wanted to leave?”
“Well, kind of, but that’s not the point. I don’t like the idea of not being able to leave if I want.”
He says, “It’s for your own good. I promise you won’t want for anything while I’m gone. Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do. But?—”
“Then it’s settled.” His gaze searches mine. “I’ll do anything to protect you.”
“I know you will.”
He says, “I have to leave for a bit today to put some security measures in place. With any luck, this will be resolved by the end of the week.”
I watch him go to the closet where he disappears.
There’s so much going on right now and I feel bad about asking him about the heiress thing. Maybe he’s right. Maybe this will all be resolved by the end of the week and then we can talk.
20
Isabetta
I groan when I see Alessandro slipping into his shoulder holster.
“Please don’t go.”
“I have to. This might be the lead we’re looking for.”
I don’t have the heart to disagree with him. Not when he needs this to work out so badly, especially when every other lead has led to a dead end over the last month. I’ve seen less and less of him and, when he is home, he’s so tense that we barely speak.
I’ve still been sick in the mornings, making me fairly certain that I’m pregnant. Sure, it could be chalked up to stress, but there have been other signs. My breasts have been tender, and I swear there’s a slight curve to my stomach that wasn’t there before.
“Did you ever make an appointment for me? I’d really like to get set up with a primary care physician here.”
Alessandro’s face falls. “Shit. I haven’t. I’ll do it when I get back.”
“As I’ve said before, I’m more than capable of doing it myself.”
“You know I need to vet the person, Isa.”
“I know.” I pause. “How long will you be gone this time?”
“I should be back by the end of the week.”
I’m really, really starting to hate those ten words because I’ve heard them alotin the last month.
