“What impact did that have?”
“Aside from amusing Niccolo, not much. But then, I didn’t tell him everything, either.”
“But you told me.”
“Yes. I told you.”
“Thank you,” I say, a moment before a male voice says, “Kayden,” from behind me.
I turn to discover a fifty-something-year-old man several inches shorter and stockier than Kayden, his gray hair a shade lighter than his eyes, which fall on me as he says, “And you must be Eleana.”
“Meet Chief Donati,” Kayden says, reaching for my hand and kissing it, the act exposing the bracelet. “He also happens to be Detective Gallo’s boss.” He eyes the chief. “Who threatened and manipulated Eleana today in an effort to turn her against me.”
Donati eyes my bracelet and then me, surmising. “Obviously he failed.”
“Miserably,” I say. “But he did teach me that a bar means coffee in the morning, not wine.”
“Wine is acceptable at all times in Italy,” Donati corrects, his English heavily accented but nearly perfect. “However, coffee is a good remedy or preparation for the evening’s wine, depending on how you choose to look at it.”
Kayden’s phone buzzes and he removes it from his pocket, inspecting the screen before announcing, “I need to make a call.” He leans in to kiss me, lingering long enough to whisper, “Give him hell,” before he straightens again. He then eyes Donati, gives a laugh, and says, “Good luck,” before he leaves.
Donati arches a brow at me. “What does ‘good luck’ mean?”
“He thinks I’m a handful for everyone but him,” I say.
“And why is that?”
“Apparently Italian men find self-proclaimed feminists intimidating.”
He studies me for several heavy beats, stunning me as he asks, “Do you know what that bracelet means?”
“Do you?” I challenge.
“That you’re his woman.”
“Yes,” I say. “I am very much his woman.”
“And you know who, and what he, is?”
“I do know who and what he is. Do you know who, and what, Gallo is?”
“A man who doesn’t like to color outside the lines, even when it might be to our benefit.”
“And yet he threatens me, and seduces the young woman who lives with us. That’s outright scribbling in all the corners.”
“Are you telling me that Gallo is involved with Adriel’s sister?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. She isn’t part of any of this, and I respectfully request that you keep him away from her.”
He studies me for several moments. “You are bold for a woman so newly inserted into Kayden’s life.” The word inserted hits a very bad spot in me, but I have no time to explore his meaning. “What do you think Kayden would do for me, should I grant your request?”
“I wonder what he will do should you not grant it.”
A man in uniform steps to his side, whispering something to the chief. A moment later the newcomer leaves, and while the chief’s expression remains unchanged, I don’t miss the subtle tightening around his mouth. “I’m afraid I have a situation to attend to. I’ll handle Gallo and we’ll talk again.”
He turns and leaves, and I have a bad feeling that “we’ll talk again” translates to him calling on me for a favor. I scan for Kayden and start walking through the random clusters of sparkling dresses and tuxedos with no success. I finally spy him standing in profile, with a beautiful brunette woman, at the exact moment that she grabs his arm and leans her body into him. I suck in a breath and exhale as he immediately extracts himself. The woman looks at me and says something to Kayden, and I have déjà vu, remembering a similar incident in the bar with the bartender.
Sure enough, he responds as he had then, turning to seek me out. Rather than leaving, as I tried to do then, I hold my ground and he motions me forward. Not certain I really want to meet Little Miss Grabby Hands, who doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, I force myself to sidestep several guests and make my way to his side. The instant I’m within his reach, Kayden shackles my waist and says in my ear, “You know—”