Page 42 of Entangled

Gian laughed in that sexy way of his. “I did give you a choice. You chose to get in my car. You came with me. You’re mine, and you know it.”

Jesus.

Why was he so damn right?

“Always, Cara,” he repeated, kissing her quickly again.

“Always,” Cara echoed.

“This was not what I expected.”

Gian waited for Cara to sit at the round table, making sure to keep his hands visible for the watching guards. It was really their only request, besides no overt public displays of affection.

Not that he cared at the moment …

Gian’s attention was snagged by something far more beautiful. Cara, that was, and the way her hand curved protectively around the slight swell of her stomach. He wanted nothing more than to stand and greet her the way he liked, but the guards wouldn’t be pleased.

He enjoyed having visitors. It kept him sane.

Two more months, he told himself.

That was all he had left, and he would be out of this fucking hell.

“And what did you expect, mia cara bella?” Gian asked as she sat down.

“A Plexiglas window and phones, maybe,” Cara said, taking in the visitor’s area.

“It’s a jail, not a prison. I’m in on a non-violent offense. The only prison they would be willing to send me to, is halfway across the country, and by the time they got me the spot, I’d only have a month to spend there. It’s pointless.”

“It’s easier here?”

Gian nodded. “Quieter, less issues. Not so many inmate politics. More visitations. The guards aren’t … completely fucking useless.”

Cara gave him a look. “It’s not supposed to be a vacation, Gian.”

He shrugged. “Hey, if they make it easy, then they make it easy.”

“I’m also kind of shocked at the attire.” She waved at him.

Gian glanced down at the drab, gray uniform he wore on a daily basis. “I miss a good suit, to be honest.”

“At least there’s no cuffs.”

“Not until I’m escorted back to my cell, anyway.”

“I wasn’t told what to expect here,” Cara admitted.

“But you still came.”

Her blue eyes flashed to him instantly, a love and wariness reflecting there. “Of course, I came, Gian.”

“I’m sorry it took this long for us to have a visit.”

“I had a lot going on, anyway.”

Gian chuckled. “Or you’re making excuses so that I don’t feel like shit.”

Cara winked. “You’ll never know.”