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Gia sighs. “God, I love it here.”

I laugh. “Come on. I have a boat this way.”

“Oh. So, you have a boat now too?”

I roll my eyes at her. “Yes. And it’s fully stocked, ready to go.”

“How often do you use said boat?”

Snorting, I guide her past a particularly nasty pile of garbage. The trash collectors of France are famous for going on strike, and it seems like these ones are no exception.

“I haven’t, really. Not since I bought it.”

“Ah. I see. And is it a boat? Or a yacht?”

“I guess you’ll just have to see when we get there.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” Gia says.

I have no doubt that she’s telling the truth.

Unfortunately, my heart thumps in my chest at her response.

Impressing Gia is fast becoming my favorite hobby.

But I have to keep holding myself back. Gia might be my favorite person to impress.

And all the money in the world won’t make her feel the same way about me as I do about her.

* * *

We’re within sight of the marina when I feel like we’re being followed.

I pause and grab Gia’s hand, tucking her closer into my side. She complies easily, and I thank God again that she’s so quick to pick up on my cues.

“What is it?”

“Nine o’clock. Someone’s been following us for about a mile.”

“Oh good. Someone’s on our six as well.”

Hell.

“Keep moving,” I mutter. “Did you manage to pack the Glock?”

“From Prague? No, Sal. I don’t have a convenient amount of Albanian thugs that I can bribe here. What about you?”

Ugh. I have a handgun jammed into my left jacket pocket, but reaching for it while Gia is on my right side will be too obvious, and I don’t want to tip off the tail that we know they’re following us.

However, that doesn’t mean I’m completely without weapons. “There’s a knife in my belt,” I murmur to her.

“Since when do you know how to fight with a knife?”

“Always,” I mutter.

She curses. “You have to tell me these things.”

“Why?”