Gio

Chapter 7 - Part 1

Gio could've gone for a simple cheeseburger at the ski lodge, but Bianca insisted the food there was overpriced and not worth it. She said there was some place he had to try while he was up here and they may as well try it today.

They now sat at BJ's, a dive off the main strip, but Bianca swore they not only had the best cheeseburgers in Big Bear but also the best homemade chili. They also ordered two mugs of beer. Another thing Bianca said was great about this place—their prices. The mugs were under two dollars.

"Now we're talking." Gio smirked, clinking her mug in the air before taking a swig.

"I thought you'd like the cheap beer. You're such an Angelino!" Bianca took a swig.

Gio placed the mug down, loving how her always-cheery demeanor was so damn contagious. He hadn't stopped laughing or smiling all morning, even when he was falling on his ass. "You calling me cheap?"

Her bright eyes teased him. "I call them like I see them. Even Felix with all the money he has couldn't hide his excitement about the cheap beer here." She giggled. "You can take the guy out of the barrio, but you'll never take the barrio out of the guy."

Gio had to laugh. "This is so true. Felix will always be an Angelino. No matter what part of the world he's in."

He thought about how loyal Felix had always been, not just to him but the gym—Jack—his roots. It almost made Gio feel guilty about how much he was enjoying spending time with the guy's girl. He knew technically he wasn't doing anything wrong, but what he was starting to feel every time he looked into those eyes and what he'd felt when he held her hand earlier wasn't exactly admirable.

He took a harder swig of his beer as their food was set on the table. Bianca leaned her nose into the bowl of chili in front of her then did that orgasmic thing with her eyes again. Gio cleared his throat, looking away. This wasn't helping his already corrupt thoughts, damn it.

"It smells so good," Bianca said as he tried his best to concentrate on their food and not her facial expressions.

"Yeah, looks good too."

Bianca took a bite of her still steaming cornbread, and Gio turned away quickly. Her eyes were already closing at the taste of the apparently delicious bread, but there was no escape from hearing the near moaning sounds she made. He fisted his hand, pressing his lips together and for an instant wondered if she could possibly be doing this on purpose.

"You're real expressive when you're enjoying something, aren't you?"

The moment the question was out there, he was hit with the visual of her being expressive enjoying other things. As if that thought alone wasn't bad enough, he remembered something else. He'd be in the same cabin, just yards away from her and Felix's bedroom for two months.

"Something wrong?"

Nudged out of his thoughts, Gio glanced at Bianca, who for the first time today wasn't smiling. "No, why?"

"I don't know. You looked upset all of a sudden. Everything okay?"

Her face was so concerned. Did he really look that upset? He played it off with a smirk. "Yeah, I was just thinking about ..." He couldn't come up with anything, so he put a spoonful of chili in his mouth then nodded. It was damn good. He hoped the subject would go back to the food. Instead, she surprised him.

"Were you thinking about that guy?"

Gio tilted his head, confused. "What guy?"

"The one that died in the ring?"