Page 15 of Steal My Heart
He spins me around, and my hands slam onto the SUV as he kicks my feet apart, patting me down. “Hey!”
“What were you saying about those nice manners?” Angelo says, his voice laced with amusement.
“Zero out of five. Would not recommend this date,” I mutter as I’m shoved in the back of the vehicle.
Angelo slides in beside me, and the driver hustles around to the front seat, and we’re off.
“If this is about your watch, I can get it for you,” I stammer. “But you’ve gotta let me go.”
“My watch is the least of your problems,” he says bluntly.
“Enlighten me on these problems.” I’m guessing the 50k I stole is problem numero uno, but I’ll wait for him to confirm that.
He doesn’t respond, and I huff.
“Seems you’re at a disadvantage, Ms. Landry.” His lips crack into the tiniest of smiles, and I beam.
“The man can smile! You should do it more often,” I tell him. “It makes you less…” I trail off because we’ve somehow scooted closer to each other.
“Intense?” He fills in for me.
“No, you’re still extremely intense, Mr. Calvani.” Not being able to help myself, I run my fingers through his short beard.
Angelo
I’m a man who prides himself on avoiding problems. And Remi Landry has problem written all over her. Even if she wasn’tinvolved with the attempt on my life—which I don’t know for certain—the woman has more baggage than a bellhop.
And yet I can’t help but lean into her touch.
Remi’s face is stunning without the mask, even in this ridiculous witchy-woman getup. Creamy white skin with a few freckles dust her little button nose. She’s let her hair down today, the golden locks cascading in soft curls down her back. Her large hazel eyes focus on mine, a playful glint to them as she runs her nails through my beard.
She still doesn’t know who I am, and a part of me mourns the fact that I’ll have to show her.
Remi smiles at me, and just like our first encounter at the gala, I feel like I’ve been sucker punched in the stomach.
“Capo, dove la portiamo?” Maks asks, breaking the trance.
“Casa per il fine settimana,” I find myself saying.
“What does that mean? Where are we going?” Remi asks, dropping her hand.
“You have the disadvantage, remember?” I remind her with great satisfaction.
Chapter Five
Remi
“Where are we?” I marvel when we arrive at a palatial compound just outside the city.
“My family’s weekend house,” Angelo answers.
“Who owns a ‘house’ like this and only uses it on the weekend?” I marvel.
“It’s more convenient for me to be closer to work,” he says dismissively.
I examine Angelo’s side profile until he catches me staring. “What?” he asks.
“Joie de vivre. You need more zest for life,” I inform him.
