Her forehead creased. “Don’t you have new tricks planned for Steamboat?”
“Sure. But I don’t plan to try them now. I need to make sure I can do parts of the tricks before I go all out and do the whole run.”
“You’re so different than Kason,” she said.
“You’re just figuring that out now?”
She didn’t laugh, and I couldn’t miss the distant look that clouded her eyes as she looked away from me and stared out at the busy mountain.
“What’s going on, G?”
“Huh?” she asked, as if she hadn’t just disappeared before my eyes and gone somewhere else.
“Have you talked to Kason?” I asked, assuming that’s what had her suddenly distracted.
She shook her head. “I’m mad at him for trying to hurt you.”
“Again, he didn’t hurt me.”
“Well, he hurt me by trying to hurt you.”
That wasn’t it. I could see it in her eyes. “Tell me what’s up.”
She exhaled a long breath. “Gino called me.”
I wasn’t expecting that. “What’d he want?” I asked, trying to sound calmer than I felt.
“He’s coming here next month.”
“Why?”
“He needs to sign the papers to end my lease,” she explained.
“He can’t do that from Florida?” I asked.
She shrugged. “He also wants to see me.”
“What for?” I asked, weary of his motives. We still had no idea if he knew Carlo was the one who robbed Giselle. Or, if he was fucking in on it.
“He said we didn’t really get closure over the phone.”
“He’s got some nerve. Well, I’m going with you,” I said, not caring that I sounded possessive.
“Of all people, you can’t be there,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because he’ll see right through me. I don’t want him to know how quickly I moved on.”
“This was far from quick,” I said.
She cocked her head to the side, and I couldn’t tell if it was sadness or regret in her eyes. “Regardless. I need to do this.”
“I don’t trust him. And neither should you.”
“We have history. And I have no proof he knew what Carlo did. For all we know, he’s as much a victim as I am.”
I rolled my eyes. I never trusted the guy, and there was no way I’d let him anywhere near her alone.