Page 165 of Filthy Love

Nothing felt right about this.

Zara looked on when Gia narrowed her eyes.

“Who can I say is calling him?”

“He knows who I am, honey.”

What the fuck?

Jealousy slippery and nasty coated her tongue.

Not for a second did she think he was cheating with someone else. Not the way he tortured her body every day, and the attentive ways he looked after her, watched her, stalked her everywhere she went with his eyes. Hawk was into her even if he hadn’t given her the three words, he’d told her in every other way just how obsessed he was with her.

But yeah, jealousy for this woman being associated to Hawk and Gia not having the first clue who the hell she was stung a little.

She knew nothing of his past. If he’d been married even…

“I’m his girlfriend. If I can have your name—”

“His girlfriend?” It was the way the woman said it. Part curious, part disbelief.

It was easy to ignore gut instincts with situations.

Most often people tended to bury their problems.

Gia saw it daily with her clients and the mess of their relationships. Communication was key, is what she always told them first. If your gut was telling you something was wrong, then nine times out of ten it was correct. She felt it right then, as Zara fed Harper, and bikes roared outside, the sound of the garage in full use, her insides twisted.

This woman wassomeone.

She didn’t know who yet. But she was someone Hawk was connected to.

Right as she was going to ask again who the hell she was, the voice said. “Tell him Lisette needs to talk to him, he’s got my money. Tell him … tell him I gotta see him soon, he knows why.” She hung up without further notice.

“So, that was weird. Who was it?”

“No idea.” Gia answered Zara.

But she had every intention of finding out.

Knowing this, and who she was for not brushing situations under a carpet, it didn’t stop the unchecked course of panic sweeping through her mind for the rest of the day.

The first chance to see Hawk came around dinner time. She was brain tired after dealing with a complex case of a marriage surviving a vicious rape attack and how they could bridge the gap between them. She’d spent a two-hour counselling session with the couple in her office then another hour on the phone with Leo just discussing avenues of treatment.

She didn’t always have to ask for help, but in some cases, Gia liked to get a second opinion to know she was doing the right thing.

As she was finishing her call she heard his bike pulling in, then the door opening and the cute bark of Khaleesi Stormborn running to her new hero. Her pup had taken a real shine to Hawk, much to his dismay who tried to shoo the puppy away, only to have her excitedly come back at him tenfold until he sighed and sank to the floor, so the puppy could crawl all over him eventually finding a place on top of Hawk to fall asleep. It was hellishly cute so even as she knew she wanted to talk to him, her mouth twitched with a smile listening to him talk to ‘killer.’

“Hey, little bit,” he said, eyes as usually skimming her from top to toe. “I brought dinner from that Korean place you like.” He dumped a full paper sack on the kitchen table, grabbed plates, utensils and water for her.

He was so fucking capable, she stood back and watched as he shrugged out of his jacket and leather cut, leaving him in a chest forming t-shirt on full display for her to gaze at. She loved the sheer width of his defined back. The same back she cuddled up to as he dished out spicy beef short ribs, rice cakes with steamed rice and kimchi.

“I missed you today,” she said kissing the middle of his spine, hands held to his belly, she felt every inhale and exhale.

“You can show me how much later. Come and eat. I need a shower after this. Fucking Preacher thought it would be funny to donut in the compound and he sprayed oil all over.” He did look a little dirty on his cheeks and forehead when he turned around.

He didn’t offer her a kiss as he’d been doing.

“Other than that, was your day good?”

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