That catches my attention. Are they having issues?
“How come?” I ask, trying not to sound too invested.
Gio shrugs before speaking. “Miles, she has an MBA. She’s a millionaire, loves the city and its noise. She could easily start her own business and stop working as my financial advisor. She doesn’t need me.” There’s a pause, and I look into his eyes. “But I don’t think I can ever trust anyone else to manage my finances.”
I nod, a small smile tugging at my lips. From what I’ve heard, Gio started with a couple million dollars, and Penny helped him invest it. Over the years, she kept growing his money while steering him toward smarter investments.
“It’d be hard for me to trust someone else, man. I get it,” I say sincerely.
Gio huffs out an amused breath, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “It’s just money. You know, the only thing I really care about is my family.” His blue eyes sparkle at the mention of my sister and their kids.
“I know, I know. You’re a good man, Gio Bianchi.”
A moment of silent acknowledgment passes between us, but I’m not someone who lets my true emotions show too much, so I shift to a lighter topic. “As much as I appreciate you coming here and offering to help, I don’t think you’re cut out for strenuous work.”
“Come on now, Miles. I might not be as built as you, but I can handle a hammer here and there.”
I hide my grin behind another sip of my coffee. I don’t want to offend him, but he’s a fucking community college teacher—great spokesperson, great listener. Yeah, I’m surehe’s capable of hanging a frame in their mansion, but I don’t think he needs to be doing physical work here.
“I really appreciate it, Gio. But we’ve got it covered. We have all the workers we need, and so far we’re on schedule to finish the rink on time.”
Gio lets out a deep breath, and something about it makes me laugh. “I appreciate you not calling me on my bullshit and giving me hell for it. But Ruin thought I should come and offer to help since Penny isn’t here today.”
“I’ll have to tell Ruin that Penny doesn’t do any physical work. She spends most of her time on the computer, making sure we’re using the money the way we’re supposed to and ordering all the materials we need to stay on track,” I tell him as we start walking toward my office door.
“Oh, she knows. I think she wanted to see me all manly and sweaty with a hammer in my hand,” Gio shares as his blush deepens and moves to his cheeks.
“Please don’t. I don’t need a visual.” I fake gag, and Gio cracks up.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just did what I told my brother not to do. Luca can be way too graphic sometimes.” Gio shudders, and I lose it.
I haven’t met his brother in person, but from what I’ve heard, he’s a character.
“Anyway, I’m glad everything is going smoothly—even with Penny out today. Maybe we should schedule a meeting with Xander next month to get a progress report. He’s veryanxious to start his hockey program next summer,” he says, glancing around the construction site.
“Thank you for stopping by. It’s always a pleasure shooting the shit with you,” I say, nodding in greeting to a couple of the workers.
“Thank you for taking on this project. I know it’s new territory for you, but I knew you were going to rise to the occasion. You always do.”
His words take me by surprise. It’s not that I didn’t think I could do this job, but hearing it from someone else makes me believe it.
“I appreciate your trust, man. Honestly.”
Gio starts walking toward the parking area. “Oh, one more thing.” He turns back to face me. “It doesn’t matter what Penny says. There’s no limit on the budget for this project. I want the best ice rink in Western NC here in Azalea Creek, and I want it ready in time for Xander to start his summer program.”
“Yes, boss. I’ll quote you when she starts fighting me on the budget.” That should be interesting.
I salute him and turn to talk with the men who are already working. I want to get up to speed on today’s tasks since I came in late and ended up chatting with Gio longer than I expected.
Before talking with my crew, I fire off a quick text.
Miles: I’m sorry to hear you’re not feeling well. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. Rest up, boss lady.
I don’t spend the rest of the day checking my phone in case I get a text. Not at all. Nor am I disappointed when I never get one.
The fact that she doesn’t even read it says it all.
Chapter 5
