Mia
Giorgia cornered me as Aléjandro left my side to find us both coffee. Her eyes were huge, and she looked as if she hadn't slept. “Are you okay?"
“Are you?"
“I couldn't sleep with the music and for worrying about you."
I looked around, making sure we weren't overheard. “I'm good."
“Did he force you?"
Shaking my head, I smiled. “I was afraid, but he didn't." I lowered my voice even more. “But if Antonio or anyone asks, we f****d like rabbits."
Giorgia giggled. “Is that your agreed-upon cover story?"
“Yes."
She took my hand and squeezed it. “This is going to be better, Mia. I know it."
Wrapping my arms around my cousin, I whispered in her ear, “I miss having you around already."
“Me too."
Sex may have been a subject with the men, but other than some well-meaning question
