“Car tracker?”
“It’s in the underground garage, where we’d expect it to be.”
I listen without comment, but an undercurrent of anxiety simmers in my blood. Fina never turns her phone off. She once said she didn’t dare in case some awful news story broke and she wasn’t quick enough to get ahead of the news cycle.
“Call the hotel and check whether they arrived last night.”
“Already have, and they did.” There’s a muffled cough behind Kane, and he steps aside. Luka stares into the bedroom, eyes wide at the sight of me in his brother’s bed.
He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. My gaze slides down his cut torso and lingers on his abs. Damn. Despite getting thoroughly dicked down last night slash this morning, I’m horny again.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I shake my head to knock away my lustful thoughts. Now is not the time. Fina might be in trouble.
It’s enough to clear the sex fog.
“Cupcake,” Luka chuckles. “Have you been a bad girl?”
“What the actual fuck are you talking about?” Angelo scowls. He throws the covers back, uncaring that he’s naked, and stalks to his dresser for some pants.
“My girl’s completed her harem without checking with me first.” Luka tuts. “How rude.”
“Harem?” Now Angelo seems confused as well as unamused.
“Sorry, reverse harem.”
My cheeks heat as Kane snorts. “Semantics. But we can discuss the new sleeping arrangements later. Fina and Matteo going incommunicado is concerning.”
“What?” Luka loses his jaunty smile real quick when he hears the news. “Did something happen last night?”
“Yeah, you could say that,” Kane mutters, his lips flattening into a straight line. “I’ll check the hotel’s security footage.”
Angelo nods. “I’ll be down shortly.”
Luka glances at me and opens his mouth to say something, but Angelo storms over and shoves him and Kane out of the bedroom. The door slams in their faces.
I look at him, deeply irritated by his attitude.
“Seriously?”
“They don’t need to see my wife naked.”
“For fuck’s sake. That ship sailed and sank weeks ago.” I can tell there’s going to be a significantadjustmentperiod while Angelo acclimates to the new sharing arrangement. Assuming he ever does.
I hope for his sake he does, or whatever this is between us is dead in the water.
Kane’s hunched over a laptop when I walk into the kitchen, my damp hair tied back in a braid. While I don’t feel especially hungover, my stomach is in knots over Fina and Matteo.
It’s possible we’re all over-reacting. They could still be asleep. After all, it was a stressful evening yesterday, and Fina hasn’t heard the joyous news about Santini yet.
“Coffee?” Angelo watches me. There’s a distance between us that wasn’t there when I woke up. Is he annoyed about Kane and Luka interrupting us, or worried about Fina?
Even though I shouldn’t care, it bothers me.
“Yes, please.” His lips curve up at my guarded reply, but as I watch, he makes me a perfect cappuccino, dusted with cocoa, just the way I like it. “It’ll be okay,” he says as he hands me my steaming mug of heaven. “Nothing’s going to happen to Fina.”
I believe him. He flew to a different continent to save my ass, despite how toxic we were back then, so I know damned well he’d do anything to protect his precious sister.
