Alex seems relieved to see me in one piece.
Matteo narrows his eyes. “What took you so long?”
I gesture to the guy who’d brought me. “He had to make a pitstop to fix his hair.”
The dude pats his bald head defensively, looking hurt by my remark. Another guy in a suit reaches over to clap his shoulder sympathetically.
Jesus.
A bunch of babies, they are.
Without prompting, I go and sit in the chair in front of Alex.
Matteo stays where he is, taking a sip from his glass, then swirling the liquid around in it.
“I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor,” he says pleasantly. “It’ll give you more career opportunities after I drag your reputation as a lawyer through the mud.”
“And I’m glad you haven’t lost your paranoia and violent tendencies,” I return. “It’ll do you a
