“We’re going to be late,” I warned as he kissed me again.
Gio sighed. “Then stop distracting me.”
“Oh my god,” I admonished, rushing back into my closet to find fresh underwear. “You’re theworst.”
We made it out of the house with less than five minutes to spare and arrived at his mother’s a few minutes later than I would have liked.
“I hate being late,” I grumbled as we walked up to the front door.
“We’re not late,” Gio assured as he pushed the front door open and bellowed, “We’re here!”
Frankie came rushing into the foyer, sliding to a stop in front of us with a squeal. “You’re late!”
I glared at Gio as he laughed, pulling his sister in for a hug. “We’re not late.”
She pulled away then hugged me. “You’re ontime, so you’re late.”
And that’s when I did it. Just chucked him as hard as I could... right under the bus. “I tried to tell him, but the man just won’t listen.”
“You wanna go there, Fizzy?” Gio challenged.
“I made pies,” I said, hoping he’d drop it. “Apple, cherry, and marionberry.”
“It’s the reason we were late,” Gio said. “Her pies. They had to... ah... cool.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Love you.”
Frankie rolled her eyes. “Well, whatever this is, if it ended with pie, I don’t care.”
“Oh, it ended with pie,” Gio retorted, and I smacked his arm.
“Ew, gross, Giovanni Pastrami. Way too much information.” Frankie let out a groan as she turned on her heel and walked away.
“Ignore him,” I ordered, following her down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Gio set our bags on the island and once we’d greeted everyone I noticed my man’s face change.
“What the fuck’s he doin’ here?”
“Calm down,” Bianca warned.
“You need to start talkin’,” Gio demanded, glaring at a rather good-looking blond man standing by the refrigerator.
“Good to see you too, man.”
“I’m not your ‘man,’ asshole,” Gio hissed. “What the fuck are you doin’ here?”
“I invited him,” Bianca said. “Well, I invited him in after he showed up unannounced.”
“Didn’t ask you, Binkie.”
I bit my lip as I watched the two men square off. Gio in all his biker glory and the other man, in black slacks and a button up the polar opposite of my man.
“I asked you a goddamn question,Kyle.”
Kyle smirked. “Yeah, I heard you. And Bianca answered. Which part didn’t you understand?”
“The part where, six years ago, I told you if I saw your face again, I’d rearrange it.”
