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And so that we can figure out what the hell my oldest brother has been up to.

“So. You understand the cover?”

Gia rolls her eyes. “Yes. I’m Mrs. Shannon and you’re Mr. Shannon and we’re from Mobile, Alabama,” she says, her voice shifting into a southern twang. “I always wanted to go on a trip to see Ireland ‘cuz it’s the land of my people, and so when I married my childhood sweetheart, he promised me that he’d take me for our second honeymoon.”

“‘Second honeymoon?’” I ask, my eyebrows raised.

She smirks. “The first one was to Bali.”

“Ah. I see. Sexy.”

“Expensive, too. My baby bought us a timeshare at the Ritz there, so we can go back over and over again,” she says, patting my cheek with her hand.

“Oh, I did?”

“Yup. And after this we’re going to Milan,” she says, her voice softening.

“Milan?”

“To a little house on the lake,” she whispers.

My heart stills. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Gia murmurs.

I gulp. “Gia…”

“Anyway. I’ve got the backstory down. Make sure you have your part of it, okay? Because it’s almost time to rock and roll, baby. One errant elder brother, coming right up.”

Gia smirks and turns, heading to grab her bag.

I watch her go.

Introducing Gia as my wife is the cover.

But she still hasn’t given me her answer to my question last night. So for now, I’ll pretend that she’s my wife.

I can only hope that someday soon, she’ll answer my question with the one thing I want.

Yes.

15

GIA

I can’t keep living like this.

Waking up on a yacht with Sal is like a dream.

His smell surrounds me. His arms are some kind of cross between a full body pillow and a cloud.

I’m so comfortable, it literally takes me effort to move.

This is the absolute height of luxury. There’s no amount of money in the world that I could pay to get this.

It’s exquisite.

I let myself linger for just a minute.