"And if I was?"
"Have you told her that you like her?"
"Like?" He smirks, "That’s not the world I’d use."
"You going to marry her, or what?"
"Marry?" He looks at me in alarm, "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Isn’t that what good Italian men do when they’ve been struck by the 'thunderbolt'?"
"You meancolpo di fulmine?" He leans over and scratches Andy behind his ear. The cat purrs, then stretches his neck, inviting him to continue his actions.
"Exactly," I peer into Christian's face, "so?" I arch an eyebrow, "You going to do something about it?"
"She betrayed the Capo."
"To help me."
"Still," he hesitates, "it’s not something that can be forgiven without some kind of punishment."
"But if you marry her, she becomes part of thefamigliaright?"
He stiffens, "Marriage? Who’s talking about marriage?"
"And once she is your wife, she is safe from any punishment, correct?"
He holds my gaze, "You and she have become good friends, eh?"
"She is a wonderful person, Christian,” I soften my voice, "and it’s clear there’s something between the two of you."
"There’s something, all right," he snorts, "but it’s not what you are thinking."
"Oh, please, the sparks between the two of you could light up a room."
"So?"
"So, what are you going to do about it?"
He stares at me.
"What?" I frown. "Don’t tell me you are going to ignore it?"
"Trust me," he says in a soft voice, "the last thing I am going to do is ignore it."
"So, you are going to talk to her?"
"Maybe more than talk." He smirks.
O-k-a-y, that doesn’t sound very promising at all.
"Christian, I—"
He holds up his hand, "What’s between Aurora and me is our concern and no one else’s."
"But—"
"Leave it, Karma."