Chapter 78

He jumps to his feet over my body on the bed, balances walking over me carefully, then drops to the floor before stalking to the bathroom. I sigh obediently and slide out of bed to retrieve the fluffy robe he’s left there and haul it on.

I’ve got so used to living in this house that breakfast is normally eaten dressed this way, curled up in the cozy main room on the couch in a fluffy robe. Sylvana comes to breakfast dressed the same way and always with a huge grin on her happy morning face.

I’ve seen Giovanni briefly. He’s always impeccably dressed; never caught him wearing anything less than a shirt, waistcoat, pants, and shoes. The man must rise at dawn and always have that cool, controlled demeanor, never a hint of relaxed softness or harshness, just being Giovanni.

I can see why Jake and he collide. Giovanni is never demonstrative or outwardly emotional. He’s not touchy or affectionate. Arrick has more of Giovanni’s traits than Jake does, that same cool mature