“Do you think she’ll win?”
“If my father steps in and pays someone off, she will.” I pressed my finger to my lips. “You didn’t hear that from me.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“You’re a good friend.”
“Can I get you anything else?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” I patted his hand. “Keep me company.”
“That’s my job.” He smiled. “Best one I’ve had in years.”
“You’re so sweet.” I winked. “In an intimidating sort of way.”
“I intimidate you?”
“Me?” I patted my chest. “No, but I can see how you would scare off some. If you accompanied me out in the city, I have a feeling no one would bother me.”
“I would never let anyone bother you.” He topped off my glass with some more champagne. “Maybe someday I’ll be your lead guard.”
“I’m not an easy person to guard.” I pushed my plate away from me. “I get into trouble, and I sometimes lose my security team.”
“You wouldn’t give me the slip.”
“You never know.” I laughed. “I was recently told I’m a handful.”
“You are,” Marchello said.
I looked up to see him leaning against the doorway, appearing hard, sexy, brooding, and more attractive than ever before. Was it even possible for me to think he was getting more stunning every day?
How long had he been there listening to us?
“What are you two up to?” Marchello glanced at the breakfast plates.
“We’re just finishing breakfast,” I said. “Ricardo was kind enough to join me so I wouldn’t be lonely.”
Considering you were nowhere to be found this morning.
“Was he?” Marchello crossed his arms over his chest.
“He’s going to go for a walk with me later and show me the property.”
“Really?” He glared at Ricardo.
“I’ll clear these plates.” Ricardo hopped out of his chair. “Can I get you anything?”
“Privacy,” Marchello said.
Ricardo quickly picked up the plates and hurried onto the house.
“Why are you so mean to him?” I asked.
“I’m more intimidating than he’ll ever be.” Marchello stood next to my chair. “Don’t forget that.”
“Were you listening to our conversation?”
“I didn’t realize it was a private conversation.”