Semua Bab The Bodyguard’s Siren: Bab 71 - Bab 74

Giovanni Castellanos is acting weird.Not bad weird. Not ominous weird. Not even broody, closed-off, “I’m about to commit a felony” weird.It’s… cute weird.Which somehow makes it worse.I notice it the second I wake up.Usually, Gio is either already gone—early shift at the bookstore—or half-asleep beside me, one arm thrown over my waist like he’s afraid I might vanish if he lets go. He’s a creature of habit. Predictable in the ways that matter. Grounding.Today?Today he’s sitting up in bed, phone in his hand, staring at the screen like it personally offended him.“What are you doing?” I mumble, rubbing sleep from my eyes.He jolts.Actually jolts.Like I caught him committing a crime.“Nothing,” he says quickly, locking his phone and setting it facedown on the nightstand.I blink at him. “You just flinched.”“I did not.”“You absolutely did.”He rolls his shoulders, trying to look casual. Which would work—if casual didn’t look so unnatural on him this early in the morning. “I was j

I tell her it’s nothing special.That’s the first lie of the night.Cara stands in our bedroom, slipping on her coat, glancing at me with that look she gives when she knows I’m being weird but doesn’t yet know why. Her brows pinch together slightly, lips curving in a smile that says she finds my evasiveness more amusing than suspicious.She hums, unconvinced, but lets it go. “Where are we going?”“The bookstore.”Her eyes light up immediately, and guilt pricks at me for a split second, because of course they do. That place means something to her. It means something to both of us. But the guilt fades just as quickly, replaced by certainty.This is right.The drive over is quiet in the best way. Cara hums along to the radio, fingers drumming softly against her thigh, occasionally reaching over to rest her hand on my arm. Every time she does, my chest tightens in that familiar way, like my heart is reminding me who it belongs to.I’ve loved women before. I’ve wanted them, protected them,