Page 91 of His Kidnapped Queen
I sigh. “What do you want to know?”
I have to give himsomething. I just pray he doesn’t ask me about work, about my dead partner…
“Who was that guy who came to pick you up?”
I blink at him. After all that, that’s what he wants to know?
“I told you. He’s just some guy.”
“Some guy. Likely story,” he grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, looking for all the world like a petulant boy instead of a scary mobster.
“A friend, okay?Nota boyfriend.”
“So you’re single?”
“Last time I checked,” I drawl, and I can’t help but notice the dimple in his cheek when he smiles at me.
God, he can be so handsome when he wants to be. Who am I kidding? He’s always handsome, but it’s times like this, when he looks almost boyish, that make my heart do backflips in my chest.
“That’s really all you want to know?”
“No. I want to know what else you know. What the cops know. What’s my dossier say?”
I rattle off some of the juvenile records the dossier shows, and he seems surprised.
“Thought those were sealed.”
“Not to the Chicago P.D,” I say, with some amount of pride in my voice, but it’s not the pride I once had.
“And you left? Willingly?”
“After my partner died, nobody wanted me on the beat anymore,” I say flatly. Because I can imagine that if IhadlostScott, nobody would want to be around me. He was probably the second most important person in my life, next to Rosa.
“And what about him?”
I pause. “What about him?”
“Was he your…you know,” he says, like he can’t bear to say the word.
“My boyfriend? God no. Scott’s…he was gay.”
Luca barks out a laugh. “So you lost a friend and decided to give up your whole career? Doesn’t exactly sound like you, pixie.”
“And what do you know about me?” I ask, curious. “You said you looked for me.”
“I did. Didn’t even know your last name. I talked to some of the guys you arrested, though. They said you were a good cop. Fair.”
“Bianchi.”
“What?”
“My last name. It’s Bianchi.”
“So youareItalian.”
“I told you so,” I say with a pout, and Luca chuckles, his arms relaxing at his sides now. He seems about a hundred times more relaxed, and I feel like it probably has more to do with the pain medication than me.
“Diego says that you talk about your father a lot.”
