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“You’ll see.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”

For several seconds, we look at each other. Behind me, I can practically feel Ari and Sienna listening from somewhere around the corner.

“Are we taking my sisters along?”

“No.”

“Then I can’t go. I’m responsible for them after all.”

“Your mother and Aldo are about to land and will be back here shortly. Simon will keep an eye on them.”

He nods toward Aldo’s housekeeper, who inclines his head in agreement as though he’s already been briefed on the matter.

“Well, that’s even more reason for me to stay here,” I point out. “Someone should welcome them home.”

“You can do that when I bring you back later. Aldo and your mother know I’m taking you out.”

Of course they do. Naturally, everybody knows about my plans except me.

I let out a dramatic sigh. “So organized.”

“Always.”

I should refuse on principle. But I’m curious to find out where he’s taking me. I bet that’s what he’s counting on.

Honestly, I blame cabin fever.

After spending yesterday trapped inside the mansion, almost anything sounds preferable to another afternoon of board games.

Even Maximo Marco.

I sigh again, and his eyes gleam.

“Get your coat, Mia.”

Chapter Forty-One

Maximo

The moment we leave Aldo’s behind, Mia tries to figure out our destination. Her gaze is glued to the window as if the streets might give her a clue.

We skirt the edge of downtown, the traffic thickening as we pass. Philip drives while Leon occupies the passenger seat. He’s on his phone, making sure everything is in place for our outing. A second SUV follows us, carrying the rest of my security detail.

After spotting Romero’s men near Mia and her sisters, I’m not taking chances with her safety.

Gradually, the city changes. The skyscrapers give way to older brick storefronts, church steeples, and narrow streets lined with family-owned restaurants.

Mia glances at me, tilting her head to the side.

“Where are we going?”

I don’t look up from my phone. I’m clearing the last of my emails so Mia will have my full attention once we arrive.

“You’ve asked me that three times already.”