Lachlan made this noise, a spin on Little Brody’s grunt and Leith’s absentmindedmm-hmm. A tear slipped from my eye. The shift twisted through the receiver.
I pressed on quietly. “We’re planting the tree for his cousin. She died. Cancer. I haven’t seen him?—”
“You don’t owe me an explanation, Tash.” Yet Lachlan’s tense voice revealed he hated my need to explain Lorenzo.
Suddenly, the space between us was full of everything we didn’t say.
Mistrust.
Jealousy.
Fear.
He could laugh with me. Flirt with me. But hearing another man’s name—especiallythatman’s name—got under his skin.
“I know that,” I murmured, wishing I hadn’t brought it up. “I just …”
“Gotta go.”
The call ended, just like that. A dose of my own medicine, pushing away before the hurt, and the pill was searing, bitter, acidic all the way down.
“Haven’t seen Lorenzo in months,” I murmured in the empty Mercedes. “Since I’ve seen you.”
But did it matter?
Whatever we waited for fractured under the weight of a name.
28
LORENZO
After all this time?I hadn’t seen Natasha, and she still had that shadow? In the words of my alter ego Eloy—no bueno.
I sat with my legs splayed across the stone bench in front of the hospital’s main entrance. Elbows on thighs. Head down like any other worn-out Angeleno after a hectic day. But I was watching. Always watching. My peripheral vision tracked the movements near the parking structure.
Mirrored aviator lenses caught the sunlight like gunmetal as Natasha’s guard aimed straight for me. Her hand found his forearm, halting him mid-stride.Yeah, he remembered me from the elevator. She spoke low. He frowned harder.
That’s right, baby, leash your dog.I scrubbed my hair and glanced up, blinking as if I’d just exited some brooding daydream. Perfect timing. Natasha’s smile faltered a little as she approached, alone. Her bodyguard trained, chained, and ten meters out.
“Isn’t that the one you clocked?” I murmured, hugging her. “I thought your dad would’ve relieved him of duty?”
Natasha pulled back, the scent of her coconut milk and rose shampoo enticing me. “We’re good friends now. Borya—Lorenzo …” She waved a hand, introductions complete.
Crap. She told him my name. Not Eloy. Lorenzo. I kept my features smooth, casual.
She glanced toward the hospital doors. “I’m sorry it took admin longer than expected to give the green light for the tree.”
“Will we plant Rain’s tree in the gardens?” I rubbed my hands together.
Her eyes dimmed.
“What?” I tilted my head and softened my voice. “You had your party there, right?”
Her jaw tightened. “Oh … yes. I told you about my birthday bash.”
“I was deployed. But I couldn’t afford to buy a donation plate, let alone a slice of cake.” I gave her a hungry smile—not too much. Just enough to make her wonder if I contemplated how delectable she’d taste.
Natasha smiled faintly, but those gorgeous yet despondent hazel eyes told her truth even when her lips didn’t. “Enzo, let’s get started.” Her hand slid over the back of her neck. A place I wouldn’t mind closing my hands around. Gently. Or not.
