I swallow back the fresh wave of bile rising in my throat. “I don’t care.”

He grins.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“No, you’re right, I do care,” I smile acidly.

“Only because it would make me concerned for her well-being, making awful life choices like fucking you of all people. Or that you’d give her something gross.”

Matteo chuckles.

“You have a very low opinion of me, Ms. Black.”

“Gee, I wonder why.”

“Taylor is my attorney, Tempest. You may be surprised to hear that ...