Heart pounding, I shake my head. "Not really. He lives in my building."
His expression turns speculative, and I know I'm in trouble. "Hmmm, I think you've been holding out on me."
"He's a neighbor," I say firmly, as if that will make it true, "nothing more."
"That's a shame. Please, please, please, tell me he's not married."
"He's not married," I mutter. Sucking in a breath, I repeat Matteo's own words, hoping they'll feel like a glass of cold water in my face. My libido needs immediate dousing. "He doesn't date, if you catch my drift."
"Oh, I catch it, all right. And to that, I say who the hell cares?"
I've yet to pull my eyes from Matteo. I don't think I can. When he starts moving toward me through the crowd, nerves gather in the pit of my belly.
"I should give you two s
