Page 43 of Remember That Time

"It was stupid."

It usually was.

"Marla Thomas started sprouting a bunch of shit about how she was going to marry you and that I needed to listen to her because she was older than me and I was going to be her sister-in-law. When I disagreed, she said she was going to have you kick me out just as soon as she became Mrs. Kostas."

"Marla who?"

"Marla Thomas," my sister replied. "She's the daughter of Richard Thomas, the president of T-Corp. Industries."

"I know who Mr. Thomas is, but I don't think I've ever met his daughter." T-Corp. Industries supplied a lot of the materials we used to finish and furnish our buildings after they were built.

"Well, she seems to think she's not only met you, but you two have fallen in love. She was going around telling everyone at the party that she was going to be Mrs. Kostas."

Wouldn't she be surprised when I brought Gianni to the next social event we both attended?

"I'm not worried about her," I told my sister. "I've already found the person I want to marry and it is not Marla Thomas."

I knew I shouldn't have said that the second I heard my sister suck in a sharp breath.

"Oh, really?" my sister mused. "And just who is this person that has stolen your heart?"

I grinned because how could I not when thinking about the man of my dreams. "His name is Gianni and he's beautiful."

I turned quickly when I heard a soft gasp behind me. "I need to go, sis. I'll call you later."

"Oh, but—"

I hung up on her and stood. "You look good in my clothes."

It was a stupid thing to say, but it was the truth. Gianni looked outstanding wearing my clothes.

"Did you just tell your sister about me?"

"A little," I admitted. I shook my cell phone. "There was a news story about her throwing her drink in the face of a woman named Marla Thomas. My sister said she was going around a party they both attended telling everyone that she was soon going to be Mrs. Kostas. I simply told my sister that I had never met Marla, let alone was interested in her. I already had someone I was interested in."

Gianni's eyes rounded as he pointed to himself and asked hesitantly, "Me, right?"

I smiled. "Didn't you hear me tell my sister that the person I was interested in was named Gianni and that he was beautiful?"

He nodded.

"Then could it be anyone else but you?"

He shook his head.

I chuckled as I gestured to the seat across from me. "Come sit down and have breakfast. We have a big day ahead of us."

"We do?" Gianni's eyebrows lifted as he walked over to sit down. "What else are we going to do besides get the paternity test samples taken?"

I helped him push his chair in and then walked around to my side of the table and sat down. "I'm taking the day off and I'd like to spend it with you."

"Oh." Gianni blinked owlishly at me. "What are we doing?"

I rested my elbows on the table and clasped my hands together. "What would you like to do?"

"I know I need to go back to my apartment to grab a couple of things, but other than that..." Gianni shrugged. "Up to you, I guess."

"I think I can manage that."

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