… dispatch you to the church.”
Flames of laughter danced in her azure eyes. “You look cold. Want to use me as
a blanket?”
Gio gaped at her, certain she couldn’t be right in the head. “I beg your
pardon, but what?”
Lindsey looked at him as though he was the one spouting nonsense. “You look
stiff and uptight, cold. It was my way of telling you to relax.”
“Miss Ryland, I—”
“It’s Lindsey. Enough of this ‘Miss Ryland’ business.”
“Very well, Lindsey, Dominic will have Kate to the church shortly after
sundown. We need to be on our way, if we are to have everything ready in time.”
“Alright,” Lindsey sighed. “But I’m afraid I’ll need your name and number for
insurance purposes.”
Yes, definitely wrong in the head. “What?”
A laughing smile spread from ear to ear on the tiny blonde’s face. She had a
nice smile, bright and inviting. Nice for a crazy woman, that is. “The only
thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name.”
Giovanni
shook his head at her, raking his fingers through his hair. Dominic owed him
big time.
Lindsey rolled her eyes. “Let’s try this again. What’s your name, handsome?”
With a low chuckle, Gio arched a brow at her. “So, I’m handsome, just
marginally less so than my little brother?”
Lindsey grinned at him. “Hard to say. It’s a very thin
margin.”
Giovanni laughed. “I don’t know you, but I think I like you already.” Even if
you are a little nuts, he added to himself. He held
out his hand. “I’m Giovanni Ridolfi, but you can call me Gio. Everyone else
does.”
“Lindsey Ryland, but you can call me lover,” she answered in turn, accepting
his outstretched hand in her soft, warm one.
The feel of her skin against his sent Gio’s heart
racing and his mind reeling. The combination of the innocent touch and the
proposition, albeit made in jest, elicited a string of steamy fantasies, all
starring her as she writhed in pleasure beneath him. Yeah, right. He’d probably
have to duct tape her mouth shut first.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lindsey,” Gio said with a smile.
“Not yet, but it will be,” Lindsey purred.
Gio knew without a doubt, he’d owe Dominic an apology in the morning. Screwing
Kate’s maid of honor wasn’t even in the same universe as his job description,
but it was definitely on the agenda for the evening. Not that Dominic could
really blame him. She was hot and she was easy. And he had a thing for petite
blondes, no matter how crazy. Hell, he kind of liked hot messes. They kept life
interesting.
Settling her into the passenger seat of his Ferrari, Gio rounded the car and
climbed in. The engine roared to life and Gio revved it for good measure, the
sound sweet music to his ears.
Lindsey
raised a perfectly arched brow. She indicated the interior with the sweep of
her hand. “Over-compensate, much?”
Gio flashed her a cocky grin. “Woman, please. This car
compensates for its insufficiencies by driving me.”
“Confidence, I like that,” Lindsey said, trailing her fingers up his thigh. Gio’s breath caught in his throat as her hand grazed
dangerously close to his groin. “I guess I’ll just have to take both for a test
drive and see for myself.”
Giovanni let his breath out in a low chuckle, feeling dizzy as the blood flow
to his head diverted southward. He tried to focus on the road, hell, to think
about baseball or Matteo in a Speedo, but resistance was futile. “Yes, yes, you
will.”
Her lips brushed his throat, her tongue teasing his skin, and
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