Page 65 of Entangled

Cara turned to look at who Jenny had greeted, only to see a waiting Gian standing in the doorway. “Gian.”

He pointed at Cara, a sexy smile growing on his handsome features. “I’m actually looking for her, as she has an appointment today, and I would like to join her.”

“You don’t have to do to that, Gian. They just want to make sure he’s turned properly now.”

“My son, so yes, I do.”

Well, now someone else could put a face to her baby’s father when Cara refused to.

Jenny shot a wink back at Cara. “Well, there she is. Why do you look so familiar to me?”

“My family is well-known in Toronto. We’re often on the news, or something similar.”

It took the older woman a moment to put together who she was looking at. A horrible sensation of dread dropped heavily in Cara’s stomach as she waited for it to click.

“Does the name Guzzi help at all?” Gian asked Jenny.

“Oh … my.” Jenny lost her happy disposition, but quickly plastered on a false smile. “Are you sure you’re in the right place, then, Mr. Guzzi?”

“Jenny,” Cara warned.

Gian rattled off something that sounded like a business name, but Cara couldn’t be sure. Jenny tensed, and then stared at Gian. “Really?”

“Yes. I thought I might take a look around while I was here, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Does she know?” Jenny asked.

Gian’s gaze darted to Cara, and then quickly back to the woman standing in front of him. “There was no reason for her to. It was a common thing long before her appearance and work here.”

“And the use of the business name?”

“No affiliation to a family name that may make some uncomfortable to be attached to, except in details that no one has time or need to dig into,” Gian replied with a smirk. “It does the same job as anonymous donations, of course, but simpler come tax time.”

“I’ll have to take your word for that.” Jenny looked back at Cara once again. “Thanks for helping to clean this place up. I will see you on Monday, right?”

“Monday,” Cara agreed.

Once Jenny was gone, Cara looked to Gian.

“What was all that about?”

“Pardon?” he asked.

“That vague, weird conversation.”

Gian shrugged his shoulders, his lips curving teasingly at the edges. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, mon ange.”

“Gian.”

He glanced away, shoving his hands in his pockets. “So, the woman who started this whole place—”

“Carolina Demaske.”

“She was a good friend to my grandmother, on my mother’s side, especially throughout her life, long after she no longer needed the safe haven that Carolina provided. There was a time when my grandmother had no one else but for Carolina, and it was a message she passed down on us all.”

Cara took in those words and what they meant. “You donate money to the shelter?”

“Monthly,” Gian admitted, “and it is just one of many that I donate to, personally. I know my mother and father, and even my sister and brother, donate to other places or things they want to support. Carolina’s House has always been one I focused on, personally.”