“Greer pulled a Houdini, and now Matt can’t find her,” I tell her while thinking.
“Oh fuck. Okay, think.” Izzy pulls the phone out of my hand and sets it on the bed after putting it on speakerphone.
“Does she have any friends she would go see?” Matt asks.
“How would I know?”
“Uh, maybe because you’re her cousin, dumbass,” Izzy mutters.
“I’m dead. I’m fucking dead.” Matt groans.
“Look, she’s an adult. She can handle herself. What trouble do you think she could possibly get into?” Iz asks.
“A fuck ton,” I tell her honestly. “Did you call Bash?” I ask Matt.
“Not yet. Figured I would call you first.”
“Did anyone text her?” Izzy asks.
“No,” both Matt and I say.
Izzy sighs and picks up my phone, opening my messages, and starts a new conversation with Greer, texting her for me.
Me: Greer, where the hell are you?
Greer: I’m fine, Gio. I just needed a little alone time. Some breathing room without a bunch of goons around.
Me: You know you can’t just run. We need to know where you are to keep you safe.
Greer: Look, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m an adult. In Italy I’m alone all the time. I promise you I’m fine and I will be.
Me: That may be but think about the men who oversaw you. Because of your actions, they could suffer the consequences.
Greer: Look, I will call Enzo and whoever else you want by 6 in the morning so they can come get me and take me home. Bash doesn’t have to know, and if he does, well, I’ll deal with it. Just let me have this. Please.
“Is she saying anything?” Matt asks, pulling me back into the present.
“She did. What do you want to do, Gio?” Izzy asks softly.
“Matt, call everyone off. This isn’t the first time on her trip she’s gone rogue. She has until 6:00 a.m. to get ahold of me and Enzo to get her. If she doesn’t, we tell Bash.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asks with hesitation in his voice.
“No, but I’m doing it,” I tell him on a sigh.
Me: My phone better be ringing by 6 a.m. so I can come get you myself. Don’t do anything stupid, bambina.
I text back.
Greer: Thank you.
Chapter Seven
Isabella
Today has been perfect. Gio and I spent all day in bed, naked, getting reacquainted with each other. Little talking has been done, but when we have, it was all light and surface-level talk, nothing too serious to bring down the mood. A little while ago, after my stomach starting singing, Gio pulled me downstairs and made me a delicious steak fettucine to build our strength back up. Now we’re in his backyard sitting area with the fire roaring, my back to his front with a bottle of wine.
“I never thought we would get here,” he murmurs against my hair, squeezing me a little tighter.
