Page 13 of Stolen Wife

“Fucking wonderful. Thanks. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to be in bed just in case they come looking for her in the morning. I can’t appear to have gotten no sleep.”

“Perfect. I’ll bring in breakfast around nine.”

“Sounds great.”

“She’s got to be special, Santino.”

“She is to me.” I close the door and strip down to my boxers. All of my clothes will be dealt with in the morning, but for now, I need to hold her close to me. The bed dips as I slide under the covers with her, pulling her close.

It’s going to be a rough couple of weeks before I even begin to seduce her. Shit, I don’t even know if I still got it in me. It’s been a long time, and I was a young man who didn’t have to try to get a woman to fall for me. They fell at my feet just because of my name and looks.

For Giada, I’m sure that’s going to be the opposite. She probably sees me as an extension to the life she has had to this point. I’m going to change that no matter how long it takes because she’s mine, even if I have no real idea where to start. This abduction had been a last-minute priority and nothing else had been planned. I’m grateful for Martin’s quick thinking and actions because I hadn’t considered the clothes aspect and I sure as hell can’t let her out until I get Rafael out of the picture.

She rolls in my arms so her face is nestled against my chest. The soft sigh coming from Giada’s lips reassures me that I did the right thing.