Page 27 of Captive Vow (Mafia Marriages 2)

“You never told me what you do for a living.” I doubt he’ll open up to me, but it’s worth a shot.

Moreno shifts in his seat. He reaches for his tie and tugs on it to loosen the fabric. “Are you hot?” He asks and turns up the air conditioning.

It’s a little warm, but it doesn’t bother me.

Sweat is sticking to his brow, and I’m not sure if it’s my question or the warm August air baking the car.

“Make yourself comfortable. It’s your car,” I say.

“Yeah,” he says and adjusts the thermostat on the vehicle.

He still hasn’t answered my question. I’m not letting it go. Not yet. “You were saying about what you do for a living.”

“I’m a businessman.”

Cryptic. I could have guessed that answer based on his suit. He’s dressed nice and sharp. It’s obvious he’s not a realtor, and I haven’t seen him out of the house long enough to be a lawyer.

“That’s like code for a hitman,” I joke.

Moreno gives me a long side glare.

Shit.

He doesn’t look the least bit amused by my remark.

“Wait. You don’t really kill people for a living?” My stomach sinks like it’s about to hit the floor.

“I’m not a hired assassin,” Moreno says.

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh, good. I’d hate to have to explain to Nova what her father does for a living.”

He rolls the gears back up as we breeze out of town.

“I thought we were going for drinks,” I say.

“You ask too many questions.”

Cryptic as ever.

Where the hell is he taking me?

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