“You’ll be at dinner,” I tell him. “You’ll dress appropriately, and you’ll behave like a human being and not some vicious cafone. Understood?”

He says nothing as he leaves the room, but I know he’ll be there. Whatever else, Adriano’s loyalty is absolute.

Doc and Bobby wander in. Doc’s wearing a shirt. A black one I’ve never seen before. I gesture at him. “What’s all this?”

Doc tugs at his collar. “You said to dress up.”

I want to ask, ‘Since when do you give a shit about what I say?’ but it would be poor leadership to question someone obeying orders. I collect the carrier bags beside me. “Sit down and have a drink. I’m going to give January her gifts.”

“What did you get her?” Bobby asks.

“You’ll see.”

Doc can’t meet my eyes. I’m not sure if it’s the shirt or because I know what he did to January last night. He hoped Bobby wouldn’t tell me, but Bobby’s my oldest friend. He tells me everything.

What Doc might not realize is that I’m not mad he touched January. I’m pissed at him for stealing my keys and undermining me, but their little pseudo threesome gives me hope.

She let them touch her, which shows with a little persuading she’s willing to be touched. And if Adriano was trying to warn me that Doc and Bobby are infatuated with her, that’s hardly news. So am I. However this evening plays out, I’m still going to tell Gio she’s a virgin.

I unlock January’s bedroom door, but she’s nowhere to be found. “Miss Whitehall?”

A small squeak from the ensuite. “Mr. Morelli?”

“Come out. I’ve brought you some things.”

She emerges in a towel, water droplets still clinging to her skin. She looks as beautiful as a sunset over the Mediterranean. I want to recline with a tumbler of the world’s best scotch and just watch her.

“Mr. Morelli…?” she repeats, cheeks now scarlet. “What did you want to give me?”

I keep my face stern. She has no idea how attractive she is, but it’s better that way. Better she doesn’t form bad habits. I extend the largest carrier bag toward her. “For you to wear to dinner.”

“Oh.” She folds an arm across the towel and takes the rope handles. “You didn’t need to… although I guess you did because I didn’t have anything else to wear. But thank you.”

She sits on the bed and opens the bag. The dress emerges in a rush of cream silk. January looks at me. “It’s white…”

“And you’re still a virgin, bella. Go into the bathroom and get changed.”

She hesitates. “It’s a gorgeous dress, but I still need to cook the pastina for the brodo.”

“Gretzky can do it.”

The pinch between her brows makes me smile. “The man can boil pastina, bella. It’s more important you look beautiful for us. Now go put on my dress.”

When she emerges a few minutes later I have to clench my jaw to keep from smiling. She’s exquisite. The dress is backless with a deep slit in the side, and it makes her pale skin shine like moonlight. You can see the lines of her abdomen, the swells of her breast, and the shadow between her legs.