Page 63 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

The endearment just kind of… slipped out. I didn’t mean to say it, not exactly.

It’s something I’ve thought for a very, very long time.

“I don’t like how Interpol is involved,” Gia murmurs.

Fine. We’re not going to address the endearment. That works for me too.

“Me neither. It’s just too…”

“Close?”

I nod. “Too close.”

“How many people know about this place?”

“No one. I just bought it recently.”

“How recently?”

Recently enough that I pictured you when I looked at the listing.

“Recently enough that it’s not going to bounce to any official ledgers until about a month from now.”

“So, if someone managed to find us here…”

“Impossible unless we had a tail.”

Even then, there are security cameras like crazy, and they all have a feed to my phone. I had turned it on while Gia was down the hall showering.

“Odds that we have a tail?”

I look at the article. “If Interpol is involved…”

“Cops?”

“Interpol has some good ones.”

“But you’re a step ahead, right? Mister criminology degree?”

“No degree. Just classes.”

“Do you want one?”

I glance at Gia. “What?”

“The degree.”

“I…”

I’m not sure. It’s never been an option for me. Marco has a business degree, but it wasn’t something anyone offered to me.

“I don’t know.”

Gia sighs, pushing away her mostly empty plate.

“Okay. This was unfairly good. I haven’t had carbonara that delicious in a long time, and now I’m stuffed. It’s late. I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.”

“Let’s?”