“Really? Even though you’re not getting any since your wild night of passion with your one true love?” he teases, and I pout and smack his shoulder.
“Fuck you. I didn’t say he was my one true love.”
“But that’s how it feels, right? Deep down?” he asks, looking at me curiously.
I take in a deep breath.
“I’m not talking about this.”
Scott groans. “We’ve been talking about it forthreeyears, Soph. He’s the father of your child. Don’t you want to tell him?” He frowns. “Where is my girl Rosa Elena, anyway?”
I smile. Scott always uses her full name when he asks about Rosa. He just loves the way it rolls off the tongue.
“She’s with Agnes, of course. She’s excited to have her first sleepover.”
Scott raises an eyebrow. “You’re letting her spend the night?”
“Of course I am. I don’t know what will happen tonight.”
“As in, you might go home with someone? Maybe Luca? Be a honeypot?”
I glare at him. “I hate you. I’m nobody’s honeypot. I’m not going to this to get laid, I’m going forwork. And Luca won’t be there.”
“How do you know?”
“Because it’s his brother’s event,” I huff out. I don’t want to talk about Luca. We spent our whole lunch hour discussing the fact that Luca Rossi is my daughter’s father, how the hell I didn’t know until now, and what complications this could cause in my mission.
“Then why are you dressed like that?”
I groan, stomping around in my stilettos. I’m wearing a gold dress that hugs every curve, backless. It’s even more revealing than the dress I wore when I met Luca.
“Because I’mAngelanow. And Angela is a bad bitch who wants to show off her curves. Besides, how else am I supposed to pretend to be a mob groupie?”
Scott tilts his head. “I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right,” I mutter, and wish I could have that third glass of wine. I’m full of nerves and can’t even catch a buzz.
What if they out me? What if they know immediately that I’m a cop somehow? Is it tattooed on my forehead?
“Soph.” Scott cups my face, and I focus on him, coming back to myself. “It’s okay. You’re gonna do fine, and you’ll get so much information.”
I nod. “You’re right. I will.”
“I’m always right.”
I glare at him. “Highly suspect.”
“Wish I could go with you. Sounds more interesting than dinner with Derek’s friends.”
“He introduced you to his friends? He must really like you,” I gush, excited that he’s met someone. Scott deserves to be treated like spun gold.
Scott smiles. “He does. I shouldn’t complain. I got exactly what I wanted.”
“But now?”
He pouts. “I dunno. I think it’s just…you.”
I blink and put my hand on my chest dramatically. “Me? Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly realized you’re bisexual.”
