Page 44 of Entangled

“Because you’re you, Cara. And you’re mine.”

He figured that should be simple enough.

It was enough for him.

Having Cara close was not necessarily a good thing for Gian. Now that he had her there, he wanted to drag her into his lap, tangle his fingers into her hair, and hide away from the world that never left him alone. She was his peace, even if she couldn’t possibly know it.

Gian settled for resting his palm over the slight, hard swell of her stomach. “Two more months, Cara, and then we’ll have all the time in the world to deal with the unfinished business.”

“Don’t look forward to doing that too much, Gian.”

“I love you. The rest doesn’t matter.”

“It matters,” she argued, “to me.”

“The details matter to you. The details aren’t us in the grand scheme.”

“We’re part of the details, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“Cara—”

“Yeah, I know,” she mumbled when he kissed her cheek. “You’re impossible.”

“I am,” he willfully, and happily, admitted. “More so when it comes to you.”

That didn’t mean that Gian was stupid, of course. He knew there was a lot that had been left unsaid between them. There were details of his life and his marriage that bothered Cara on a moral and ethical level. She didn’t want to be the other woman in his life, but his only woman. He knew these were all things that would somehow need to be dealt with, but he believed—stupidly, maybe—that because he loved her, and he knew that she loved him, it would work itself out.

It had to.

Gian only noticed the guard approaching when the man was just a few steps away from the table. “My apologies.”

The guard gave a short nod. “Hands in view, Guzzi.”

Gian put his hands on the table, and moved an inch or two away from Cara. She frowned at the guard, as the man walked back to his previous post.

Before either of them could talk again, Dom had stepped up to the table, and cleared his throat. “We’ve only got a few more minutes left, Gian.”

“Oh,” Cara said, looking to Gian. “Well, I’ll step out into the waiting area, and let your brother sit and chat for a minute.”

“You don’t have to do—”

“Sure I do, he’s your brother.”

Cara gave Gian another quick kiss before she left the table. Dom offered her a strained, awkward smile as she passed him by. Gian waited until Cara was gone completely before he turned his attention on his brother.

“You’re here every week,” Gian grumbled. “I get ten minutes with her and you interrupt me. Why?”

“I always have people with me,” Dom said like it was obvious. “I never get the chance to chat with you privately. Now seems like a good time.”

Gian grinded his teeth, irritated with Dom’s justification. “What do you want to chat about?”

“How do you know you can trust her?”

“Who?”

“That woman. Cara.”

“Because I just do, Dom. That’s how.”