“Ah, well, sue me.” Adriano smirks as he regards me. “On an unrelated note, I heard about the break-in yesterday.”
“One of Charlotte’s little friends,” I explain.
I roll my eyes. “She’s definitely your type.”
“No—I just mean that she had a pulse.”
He chortles as he leans back in his chair. “Oh ho! The boss gets a zinger in. Ladies and gentlemen,he’s awake after all. For real, though—what does she look like?”
Adriano’s eyes flutter closed and he starts to make a weird purring noise.
“The hell are you doing?” I ask after a moment has passed and he’s still at it.
He puts a finger to his lips but doesn’t open his eyes.
“Shh. Let me enjoy this. I’m imagining me sandwiched between Charlotte and her hot friend. Clothingoptional.”
I know he’s kidding, but anger bubbles up instinctively al
