“Hey,” I say quietly when I answer her call. “I’m waiting to be called in so I may have to hang up.”
“That’s okay. I just wanted to wish you good luck. I’m dying to know what it’s about.”
“Me too. It’s exciting, but I’m nervous also.”
“That’s only natural, but you wouldn’t be there if they didn’t think you could do it.”
“Thanks. I needed to hear that. Mom has me on edge because she’s so freaking worried.”
“She’s your mom. It’s her job to worry.”
“I know, but she needs to find a way to deal with it because this is the career I have chosen, and there will always be dangerous assignments. Like, would she worry this much if it was Antonio?”
“I think she would but not to the same extent.”
“And there you have it. Things will never be truly equal unless we can shift those traditional mindsets.”
“I agree, but if anyone can change minds, it’s my best friend.”
“Love you. We should hang out this weekend. We still have tons of catching up to do.”
“I have an assignment for art history class due Monday, but I’ll try to finish it Friday night so we can go out on Saturday night.”
“Yes, definitely. Hopefully, we’ll have something to celebrate!”
“Sneak me a photo of Caleb,” she asks, and I bite back my retort.
“I’m not sure it’ll be possible in the middle of a meeting of the most powerful dons in the US.”
“At least commit what he looks like to memory so you can tell me every minute detail.”
“Jesus, you’ve got it bad.” This isn’t even the hundredth time I’ve said this. If I counted it up over the years, it would probably run into the thousands because she’s just that obsessed.
She can do better. So much better. But try telling her that. Elisa is one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met. She is also one of the kindest and sweetest, which is why Caleb Accardi will never be good enough for her.
The door starts opening, and butterflies swoop into my chest. “I’ve got to go,” I whisper as a man steps out of the room.
“You’ve got this, babe. Go show them how it’s done.”
Powering off my cell, I slip it into my purse and stand, straightening my spine and lifting my head. A smile plays across my lips as the familiar dark-haired green-eyed hottie approaches.
“Hello, Gia.” Cristian extends his hand. “Long time no see.”
“It’s been a while.” I place my hand against his warm, callused palm.
“We’re ready for you,” he adds, letting me go after our handshake.
“Okay.” I smile as adrenaline courses through my veins. “Let’s do this.”
Chapter Five
Joshua
While Cristian makes introductions, I subtly rake my gaze over Gia Bianchi. I haven’t previously paid her much attention because she was always just a kid, but there’s no denying she’s all grown-up now. Gia has matured into a stunning woman who strongly resembles her mother. Frankie has been best friends with our mom since they were little kids, and they remain super close.
Fiery shivers shoot up my arm when we shake hands, and what the fuck is up with that? “It’s good to see you, Don Accardi,” she says, whipping her hand back like I’ve just electrocuted her.
“Wow, Gia. When did you get so hot?”
