“Well, it is an Italian restaurant. You are aware of that, right?” Michael questions and receives a glare from his twin.
“Yes, I’m well aware of where we are.” With that she eats her salad while lost in her own thoughts.
Pushing my empty plate away, I dab at my lips with a napkin, and ask Michael, “Do you know what’s going on between Alexander and Rachel?”
Michael frowns. “I wasn’t aware anything was.”
“Perhaps I’m just seeing something that isn’t there. I just happened to mention her and the trip she was planning next year to Italy, and he became tense and changed the subject . . . or so it seemed.” I shrug, and finish the last of my water.
“Can’t say I’ve noticed anything with our cousins, but I only really spend time with Alex. He hasn’t said anything,” Michaels says, thoughtful.
“It’s probably just me.” I wave my hands around. “Forget about it.”
I hate there being any falling out within the family even though our cousin Alexander isn’t the easiest to get along with, whereas Rachel gets along with everyone.
Sighing, I place my chin in my hands and ask, “What’s happening with you?”
Michael laughs. “I’m not going there with you.” Shaking his head, he adds, “When there’s anything to report you’ll be one of the first to know.”
“You’ll probably be married with two-point-five children before you tell anyone.” I raise a brow and he squirms in his chair.
Throwing my head back, I laugh so hard while my brother gets more embarrassed. “Stop!” he hisses.
Chuckling, I pour myself some more water and drink it all before I face him. “I’m right though. You don’t tell anyone anything, and it’s annoying.”
He rolls his eyes. “Concentrate on your own love life and leave mine alone.”
“Now where is the fun in that,” Charlotte drawls, kissing Michael on the top of his head. “We need to find you a sweet woman so that you’re no longer a workaholic like Alex and Olivia.”
Scowling, Michael hisses, “Leave it alone,” and proceeds to ignore us.
Charlotte glances at me and I hold her gaze. She shrugs her shoulders to say she has no idea what’s going on with her twin.
“I can feel your curiosity bubbling from here,” Michael says, glaring at the both of us. “Look, I’m okay and don’t need you two meddling in my love life. I know where you both are if I need you, okay?” He stands and kisses first me, and then Charlotte on our cheeks. “I love you both, and on that note, I’m heading back to the office.” He grins and walks away.
“Hmm,” Charlotte mumbles. “Something isn’t what it seems with him.”
“I get that feeling as well.” A few minutes tick by as we’re both lost in thought, when I say, “Can you drop me off at home, I’ve had enough shopping for one day.”
Charlotte raises her brow, “You haven’t bought anything.”
“I’m sorry.” I shrug.
She takes my hand. “I’m not upset Sirena. I really am happy that you have Garrett and that you want to do all the baby stuff with him . . . but,” she grins, “when you get married, I will be taking you shopping then.”
Wedding . . . I’d need to chase up my divorce papers first.
To be tied to Garrett for the rest of my life would fulfill something inside of me that I didn’t even know was there until now.
15
Garrett
Five days after I left to attend to business just outside of New York, I’m walking through my front door eager to see Sirena. I’ve missed her like crazy and for the first time in my life I just wanted to be elsewhere instead of inside one of my luxury hotels. The Hudson Group wasn’t as large as the Hilton, but the eighteen hotels that I’d built up around the world had done extremely well for themselves and had a fantastic reputation and a high-class clientele.
Until I’d met Sirena, I was happy to go from hotel to hotel, now though, I just want to be home with the woman who has entered my heart as quick as lightening. I hadn’t been looking for anyone, but here she is, in my heart and soul to stay and I couldn’t be happier . . . or I could . . .
I want everything wi