A sharp, hysterical laugh threatened to escape, clawing its way up my throat but I swallowed it just in time. My gaze stayed locked on Renzo’s face, dissecting every subtle line and twitch of his expression with defiant intensity.
“Don’t joke like that,” I said quietly, shifting my eyes to the wine glass in front of me.
He exhaled heavily. “I made you uncomfortable. Again.”
I took a generous sip of wine before meeting his gaze. “It’s not about being uncomfortable, Renzo. We agreed on honesty, didn’t we? But when you say things like that, it makes me question your real motives.”
His eyes widened just slightly but enough for me to catch the flicker of surprise.
“Why?” he asked. “Is it so hard to believe I can read people well? It doesn’t take long for me to figure out if someone’s worth
