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“Gio saved me from Michael,” I blurt out.

“He did fucking what? What do you mean he saved you from Michael?” my brother screams down the phone. I turn aroundand look over at Gio in a panic. He rushes over and takes the phone from me.

“Smith, hey, it’s Gio,” he says.

“Yeah, she’s safe …. He didn’t see her. She was able to get into a cab …. I don’t know why he was there …. Yeah, I know …. She’s fine here, my driver can take her home when she’s ready … I’d do anything for her.”

I bite my bottom lip hearing Giorgio say that he would do anything for me.

“My brother’s a good guy, you know,” Natalia adds, distracting me from the boys’ conversation. “Not sure what happened between the two of you all those years ago, but I remember him moping around the house for what felt like forever.” She groans while rolling her eyes.

See, I assumed he moved on and that was it.

“He never wanted to settle down after that,” she adds.

“He had a fiancée?” I add.

Natalia shakes her head. “Who ran off with his sister.” She smirks. “I think it was the pressure from our parents that pushed him to it. They were not a great match.”

“They looked good together,” I add.

She raises her brows at me. “You looked him up?”

“After running into him at the funeral. It had been fifteen years since I last saw him.”

“Long time.”

I nod my head.

“Long time to still be curious, too.” She winks.

“Would you stop thinking whatever it is you think is going on between us? Nothing will ever happen between us again.”

She doesn’t look convinced.

19

GIORGIO

Idon’t know what is happening, but my sister and Paige are currently dancing on the coffee table to the Spice Girls. I think it might be time to cut them off from the tequila. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I see it’s Smith, again.

“Hello,” I say, answering the phone.

“Are you having a party?” Smith asks.

“Hold on,” I tell him as I flick the phone to video and show him what is currently happening in my living room.

“What the hell are they doing?”

“Letting go, I think the words were,” I explain to him, getting up off the sofa and moving away from the chaos.

“They sure are doing that.” He chuckles. “Is Paige okay?”

“Somehow, I think this little venture with tequila and the Spice Girls might be helping.”

“Guess she needed to let loose in a safe place. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her laugh like that, she looks happy,” he confesses to me.

I look over at the two of them and he’s right; the dark cloud around her seems to have shifted.

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