Free This Same Earth: Elemental Mysteries Book 2 by Elizabeth Hunter Page A

me.”
    Giovanni clenched his jaw and glanced at Matt’s apologetic face before he looked toward Beatrice, who was glaring at him.
    “Hey, Gio,” she asked, “can you help me with something in the kitchen?”
    He excused himself from the table, glancing at Mano’s perturbed face as he left. He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter.
    “Matt?” she whispered.
    He shrugged. “I’ve worked with him on and off for a number of years. He’s very trustworthy.”
    “But he’s been watching me? This whole time?”
    He rolled his eyes. “He’s not a stalker, Beatrice. He’s security, and he’s very good. He likes you, as well, if you’re curious. And I’m fairly certain he’s romantically interested in your friend.”
    “This whole time?”
    “I did what I needed to keep you safe. I’m not going to apologize for it.”
    She crossed her arms and glanced toward the dining room. “Well, did he ‘save’ me from anything? In all these years?”
    He crossed his arms and mirrored her. “As a matter of fact, no.”
    “Then I think I deserve an apology.”
    “No. Absolutely not.”
    “Why not?” She was fuming. “Apparently he was unnecessary.”
    Giovanni stepped close to her, towering over her as she glared at him. “An apology would imply that I am regretful or sorry in some way, and I make no apologies for doing everything in my power to protect you.”
    He didn’t expect the flash of tears in her eyes. “You wanted me protected? It was that important? Then why wasn’t it you?” she hissed before she stormed toward the hall bathroom. Mano entered the kitchen a few minutes later wearing a smug look. Giovanni felt a small burst of flame rise near his hand, so he crossed his arms again and pulled his temper back.
    “You managed to piss her off pretty well, Giovanni.”
    “Oh,” he muttered. “That’s nothing new. I’ve been doing that for years.”
    “Not for the past five, you haven’t,” Mano muttered. “That’s how long it’s been, right? That’s how long she’s been following your ghost to some old house in Chile?”
    Giovanni smirked. “Did she tell you that?” He saw Mano deflate a bit. “No, I didn’t think so. She’s very good at keeping secrets, isn’t she?”
    “She’s private.”
    “Call it what you will.” Giovanni leaned back against the counter.
    “Well, you don’t know her anymore. Not like I do.”
    Giovanni chuckled. “Oh really? And why do you say that?”
    “Because you weren’t here, asshole. Were you at her party when she bought this house? We’d only been dating a few weeks, but I made being there a priority. How about when she got her job at the Huntington? She was so proud of herself. Or maybe when her grandmother had the scare with her heart a couple years ago? Miss out on that, too?”
    He just stared in silence when Mano stepped closer in the small room.
    “How about when her scum bag of a mother showed up last year and tried to get money from her? Did you know about that?” He cocked his head. “Of course not, because you weren’t here. Know who was? Me. I was here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
    He smiled at the tall man who knew so little. “You think you know her fairly well, don’t you?”
    “I do know her. And I love her.”
    “I’m sure you do. But you don’t know her like I do.” Giovanni shrugged. “It’s not your fault. She hasn’t allowed you to know her that well, has she?”
    “You’re so damn arrogant.”
    “I am, but am I wrong?” he asked and glanced toward the dining room, noting that Ben seemed to be entertaining Matt and Dez with some amusing story. “I know a lot about you, Mano. Can you say the same about me?”
    “What does that even—”
    “She’s very protective of the ones she loves. So who is she protecting with her secrets? You?” Giovanni stepped closer and let his swirling green eyes bore into Mano’s. “Or is she protecting me?”
    Mano glared at him before he retreated, turning