“Hey, I’m gonna head out, okay?” Adriano says abruptly. “You need anything before I leave?”
Adriano gets to his feet just as a ping comes in on his phone. He reads the text and smiles.
It’s a telling little grin, one that gives him away immediately.
“Well, well, well,” I mutter.
He puts his phone away and looks at me with a carefully trained expression. “Stop that.”
“Who’s the girl?” I ask.
I laugh hard at that one. He’s like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Adriano sighs and rolls his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”
“If she’s texting you, it means you’ve given her your number,” I point out. “And you haven’t done thatin… two years? Three?”
“Nice detective work, Sherlock,” Adriano grimaces. “Four years, actually. And it’s not like that.”
“You’re not f*****g her?”
