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not.”
“Are you sure?”
Lindsay raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you think I’d notice if I had? Although I did sort of kiss him.”
“You kissed Giovanni?”
“A good-bye kiss, that’s all.” Lindsay thinks about that kiss and the weariness on his face. “He’s changed since the last time I saw him.”
“Changed how?”
“I don’t know. He seems way more serious.”
“I’ve heard stories from Anthony. You should stay away from him.”
“Stories?” Lindsay was picking clay from her nails again but looks up at the computer screen. “What kind of stories?”
Natalie shifts position to get more comfortable with the sleeping baby. “Apparently, he’s cold when it comes to women.”
“In what way?”
“Anthony says he goes to these crazy dangerous places for months at a time. When he comes back, he sleeps with all these women, but he never wants to see any of them again.”
“Just like the one-night stand we had,” Lindsay murmurs.
Natalie nods. “Apparently, that’s typical. And it sounds like it’s only gotten worse over the years.”
Lindsay takes this in. Her instincts were right about him. He is more trouble than he’s worth.
“Anthony’s tried to talk to him about it, point out how it’s no way to live, but Giovanni refuses to discuss it.”
“I guess I’m not really surprised he has issues.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Anthony loves his brother. The work Giovanni does is amazing too. Some of the children he helps . . . it sounds like he brings hope to places that are hopeless.”
“A real saint.” Lindsay echoes Dagmar’s words from yesterday.
“In some ways, he kind of is, but apparently not in others.”
Lindsay shrugs. “Whatever. I’ve got no reason to see him again.”
After they finish their conversation, Lindsay reflects on what Natalie told her about Giovanni, how he was cold. He certainly wasn’t cold in bed. It’s true he was afterward, though. Her stomach goes tight. Even now, it still bothers her the way he left. They had a great time together. It felt like they’d known each other for years, and when she woke up alone, it was like a slap in the face.
He’s damned lucky he didn’t leave money, even for cab fare, because I would have hunted him down and made him eat it.
She grabs her phone as it starts to play “Born to Die in Berlin” by the Ramones.
“Just calling to see if a certain doctor made a house call last night,” Dagmar says with glee.
“No, I’m afraid there were no house calls.”
“Why not?” There’s disappointment in her voice. “He was so nice, and I could see the way he was looking at you. He would have been perfect to help you with your problem.”
Lindsay takes her phone over to the bed and lies down, tucking a pillow beneath her head. “The truth is the doctor already made a house call with me in the past.” She snorts softly. “Or more like a booty call.” She decides to go ahead and spill the whole story.
“But maybe he has changed,” Dagmar insists after hearing everything. “That was a while ago. People change.”
Lindsay doesn’t reply. She’s not surprised Dagmar is so forgiving since she tends to see the good in people even when it doesn’t exist. It’s her biggest flaw playing poker. She’s too easily bluffed. “Did Werner happen to mention anything about last night?” she asks instead.
“No, why?”
“He said something really rude to me and Giovanni got angry at him.”
“Not this again.” Dagmar lets her breath out in a huff. “You just don’t like Werner, but there is more to him than meets the eye.”
Unfortunately, Lindsay once made the mistake of admitting she thought Werner looked like a rat. It was after a few glasses of wine, and ever since then Dagmar thinks she’s only against him because of his appearance.
“He’s horrible. Honestly, Dagmar, you could do so much better.”
“Forget it.” Her voice takes on a chilled note. “And Werner is my boyfriend, so please do
“Are you sure?”
Lindsay raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you think I’d notice if I had? Although I did sort of kiss him.”
“You kissed Giovanni?”
“A good-bye kiss, that’s all.” Lindsay thinks about that kiss and the weariness on his face. “He’s changed since the last time I saw him.”
“Changed how?”
“I don’t know. He seems way more serious.”
“I’ve heard stories from Anthony. You should stay away from him.”
“Stories?” Lindsay was picking clay from her nails again but looks up at the computer screen. “What kind of stories?”
Natalie shifts position to get more comfortable with the sleeping baby. “Apparently, he’s cold when it comes to women.”
“In what way?”
“Anthony says he goes to these crazy dangerous places for months at a time. When he comes back, he sleeps with all these women, but he never wants to see any of them again.”
“Just like the one-night stand we had,” Lindsay murmurs.
Natalie nods. “Apparently, that’s typical. And it sounds like it’s only gotten worse over the years.”
Lindsay takes this in. Her instincts were right about him. He is more trouble than he’s worth.
“Anthony’s tried to talk to him about it, point out how it’s no way to live, but Giovanni refuses to discuss it.”
“I guess I’m not really surprised he has issues.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Anthony loves his brother. The work Giovanni does is amazing too. Some of the children he helps . . . it sounds like he brings hope to places that are hopeless.”
“A real saint.” Lindsay echoes Dagmar’s words from yesterday.
“In some ways, he kind of is, but apparently not in others.”
Lindsay shrugs. “Whatever. I’ve got no reason to see him again.”
After they finish their conversation, Lindsay reflects on what Natalie told her about Giovanni, how he was cold. He certainly wasn’t cold in bed. It’s true he was afterward, though. Her stomach goes tight. Even now, it still bothers her the way he left. They had a great time together. It felt like they’d known each other for years, and when she woke up alone, it was like a slap in the face.
He’s damned lucky he didn’t leave money, even for cab fare, because I would have hunted him down and made him eat it.
She grabs her phone as it starts to play “Born to Die in Berlin” by the Ramones.
“Just calling to see if a certain doctor made a house call last night,” Dagmar says with glee.
“No, I’m afraid there were no house calls.”
“Why not?” There’s disappointment in her voice. “He was so nice, and I could see the way he was looking at you. He would have been perfect to help you with your problem.”
Lindsay takes her phone over to the bed and lies down, tucking a pillow beneath her head. “The truth is the doctor already made a house call with me in the past.” She snorts softly. “Or more like a booty call.” She decides to go ahead and spill the whole story.
“But maybe he has changed,” Dagmar insists after hearing everything. “That was a while ago. People change.”
Lindsay doesn’t reply. She’s not surprised Dagmar is so forgiving since she tends to see the good in people even when it doesn’t exist. It’s her biggest flaw playing poker. She’s too easily bluffed. “Did Werner happen to mention anything about last night?” she asks instead.
“No, why?”
“He said something really rude to me and Giovanni got angry at him.”
“Not this again.” Dagmar lets her breath out in a huff. “You just don’t like Werner, but there is more to him than meets the eye.”
Unfortunately, Lindsay once made the mistake of admitting she thought Werner looked like a rat. It was after a few glasses of wine, and ever since then Dagmar thinks she’s only against him because of his appearance.
“He’s horrible. Honestly, Dagmar, you could do so much better.”
“Forget it.” Her voice takes on a chilled note. “And Werner is my boyfriend, so please do
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