The knot between Carrera’s brows relaxed.
What are you hiding Carrera? Is there more to your frequent visits to the mansion beyond visiting a blood relative?
“Is there anything in ALPHAnet about Luciano?” he asked. “Notes on your phone or at your house?”
That had her arching an eyebrow. “Nothing.”
She was being honest. No reason to jot anything down because everything associated with Luciano Santini was tattooed in her brain.
“Did you notice anything unusual?” he asked.
“Unusual?”
“Anything that would make you think he’s doing something illegal?”
Interesting, coming from his cousin.
“No.”
“Glad to hear it.” He stood.
She shouldered her laptop and rose.Be transparent. He’s one of the good guys.
“He knew I was tailing him.”
Carrera smiled. “I’m not surprised. Did he confront you?” He opened the French door to his office, waited for her to exit.
“He did,” she replied as they walked down the short hallway.
“You can stop surveilling him.” After entering the kitchen, he said, “Consider my job proposal with ALPHA.”
“I will.”
“Going forward, we can meet here or at the Bureau?—”
“And risk running into that asshole Hirzog?” asked a man, his deep, raspy voice thundering through her.
Simone stopped short, her gaze seeking and finding the source.
Luciano.
The seconds passed while their heated stares made her heart pound hard and fast in her chest.
Him… again.
He stood alone near the cooktop, a wooden spoon with pasta sauce poised near his seductive-as-sin mouth, those insanely kissable lips beckoning.
“Ciao, Simone,” he said.
“Luciano.”
“I heard no introductions are needed,” Carrera said.
“We’ve met.” Luciano’s heated gaze stripped her bare.
And she fucking loved it.
He placed the spoon to his mouth, tasted the pasta sauce. “Simone, try this. It’s gotta be Elsa’s best batch.”
