“Okay. If you promise to come if I need you, then okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, come enjoy Christmas with the family.”

He glances at his watch. “Actually, I need to go.”

“What the fuck, Max?”

He shrugs and gives me a coy smile. “Hot date.”

“Don’t lie to me,” I snap.

He looks down, knowing I can read his bullshit anywhere.

“I just need to go.”

“You can go after you help Gia do the dishes.” It’s petty of me to put him to work, but fucking hell, the man is making me crazy.

His jaw tics. “Fine.” He starts to walk away, but I stop him.

“I love you, man. Please, tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” He’s lying. “I just want to go home.”

Not the hot date. He wants out of here. Away from me. Or… I glance at Gia. She looks up at us and then quickly away. I turn back to him. I want to ask him about her, what his deal is with her. But I’m not sure I want the answer.

He looks down where my hand is holding his arm.

“I’m going to do the dishes.”

I let him go. I watch as he goes to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, Gia joins him. I move to watch, but Daniella calls out.

“Uncle Nic, do you really not know how to play games?”

“Not very well. I just?—”

“Nic, come play,” Bella says, her eyes urging me over as if she knows what I intend to do and wants to stop me.

“I’ll teach you,” Dario says, making a place for me on the floor to join them.

I blow out a breath and join them.

Another ten minutes later, Max comes out of the kitchen. “I’m heading out. Dishes are done, Boss.”

Fucker.

“Bye, Uncle Max.” The kids rush over and give him a hug.

“Be good to your mom.” He looks over at Bella. “Merry Christmas, Bella.”

“Merry Christmas, Max.”

I rise and walk him to the door. “Last chance. What’s going on?”

He shakes his head. “I’m going home. That’s all.” He smiles. “I know it’s not my place, but I’m proud of you. I know your mom and Gia’s mom would be too. You’re going to be a great Don.”

Dammit. I can’t continue to harangue him now. “Travel safe, Brother.” I give him a hug and then watch as he exits.