The Mafia's Bride
"You wound me, Your Highness. And here I thought you were already impressed."
"With the car, yes. With you? The jury's still out."
Giovanni glanced at her again, his eyes glinting with quiet challenge. "That's fine. I like long trials. Gives me more time to present all my... evidence."
"Evidence of what? That you're secretly Batman?" she teased, though her voice came out softer than intended.
"Batman?" His laugh was low, intimate, as if meant for her alone. "No. Too broody. Think more... Iron Man. Genius, billionaire, playboy. The philanthropist part... I'll let you decide."