Cassio Moretti személy
„They are our kids, Cassio. I told you before and I'll tell you again. I love all three of you.”
I stared, my anger slipping away faster than quicksand. „What?”
She nodded, looking furious. „You heard me. They aren't just your kids. They are mine, too. You can't call them yours when you see fit. They are always ours, yours and mine. Maybe not by blood, but I'd bleed for them all the same. So don't talk to me like these two kids don't mean anything to me when they mean everything. Just like their stubborn, idiotic father.”
Another gust tore Giulia's black cowboy hat from her head. My hand lashed out, snatching the thing out of the air.
Giulia let out an astonished laugh. „That's an impressive show of reflexes.”
I held the hat out to her, and she took it with a sweet smile. "Quick reflexes are required to survive if you have as many enemies as I do. But I don't know why I caught this thing. It's ugly.
When the bottle was ready, I went over to her. She leaned into me. „Why don't you feed her while I hold her?”
I stared into those blue eyes, feeling reminded of the way I felt when I stood on the dunes in front of my beach house, peering forward the ocean.
„Are you jealous?”
„Possessive. I don't share well. Or at all.”
„That's funny to you? I'm dead serious.”
She rolled her eyes. Rolled. Her. Eyes. I couldn't even remember the last time someone had dared roll their eyes at me.