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said.
    Confused, I frowned at him. “Where are we going?”
    Marco leaned away from me a bit. The fine leather of the car seat squeaked beneath his shifting weight.
    “Why? Don’t you trust me, Dani?”
    I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t not trust him. I looked at him in silence for another moment or two.
    “Yes.” I replied, a few seconds later.
    He smiled.
    “Good.”
    With my mouth dry from the cocktails, I decided to change the subject. Like Marco with Formula One, the public achievements of his father Antonio were well known. Starting from nothing, he’d managed to build a multi-billion-dollar shipping and real estate empire. In some ways, I viewed myself as a bit of a risk taker but nothing like what I'd witnessed with high flying entrepreneurs. And even though Marco didn’t run his own business, it was hard to deny the fact that the same blood that had driven  his father pumped in his veins.
    “Can I ask you a question?” I said, glancing in his direction.
    Marco looked at me. Light and shadow moved across his face, a result of the streetlights shining through the backseat window. He didn’t speak but instead just nodded. Reaching up, I slid my fingers into my hair and tucked it behind my ear.
    “Your father, Antonio…” I began, pausing and turning my upper body towards him. “What was he like?”
    Marco didn’t respond. He arched an eyebrow in my direction and glared at me. I pulled away.
    “What?”
    “Why would you ask me a question like that?”
    I felt the skin of my forehead tighten. A frown came to it.
    “What do you mean? What’s wrong with that question?”
    He shrugged, breaking his gaze on me and turning his attention out the window.
    “It seems a bit disingenuous, Dani.”
    “How is it disingenuous?”
    His attitude was beginning to rub me the wrong way. He exhaled, still not looking towards me.
    “Let’s not pretend, Dani.”
    “Marco… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    He turned and looked at me again.
    “You and I both want something from each other. If you want to learn anything about my father, most of his life is a matter of public record. I am enjoying your company, but the subject of my father is not one I’m going to discuss with you.”
    And just like that, the same aloof man I’d met aboard the yacht returned. Frankly, after the enjoyable evening we had together, he was quickly finding a way to ruin it. Annoying though it was, I couldn’t afford to risk losing the chance that he’d sign the deal. I cleared my throat and swallowed my frustration.
    “I’m sorry, Marco. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
    “Dani,” he began, his eyes now locked on me. “Put yourself in my situation. Ever since my father fell ill last year, investment banks have been circling like vultures. I know that you’re here to do a job, so let’s just leave it at that.”
    I looked away from him and glanced down towards my clutch. I couldn’t explain it, but all of a sudden I felt bad for even bringing the agreement with me. I wrapped my fingers around the top of the bag and squeezed the clutch before looking back at him once more.
    “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
    He nodded and looked away from me, staring out the window. Silence fell between us again. A few minutes passed when I noticed Marco checking the time on his watch.
    “We’re nearly there.”
    I swiveled my head, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.
    Nearly where?

    DANI
    Marco nodded, pointing out the window towards a building at the crest of the hill ahead.
    “My place.”
    I swallowed. His place?
    A minute or so later the limousine pulled up to the front of the building. After getting out and entering Marco’s building, we took the elevator up to the top floor and his penthouse. He opened the door and stepped to one side, gesturing for me to enter. I smiled at him and walked inside.
    To my left, I noticed a series of floor-to-ceiling windows, at least ten feet high. Moving my eyes from