“Don’t you have a wife and kids to get back home to?” He asked, pointing at Tony. Most of the guys were bachelors, but Tony had met his wife, Aurora, about five years prior, and they were popping out kids faster than Luca could keep track of.
“Aurora doesn’t keep me on a leash,” Tony said. “So, to answer your question, no, I don’t have to get home to my wife and kids. And I definitely have time to give you some shit, because you are clearly trying to dodge my questions.” Tony was like a dog with a bone. He was notorious for his determination, and telling him no usually ended with him pushing harder for answers.
“I’d like to know the answers to Tony’s questions, too,” Rocco said, smiling over at him.
“Fine, if you have to know, I’m going to visit a friend,” Luca admitted, hoping that would be enough information to keep Tony happy. But from his friend’s shit-eating grin, he was wrong.
A man friend or a woman friend?” Tony asked.
“That’s none of your business,” Luca insisted.
“Okay, so a woman friend,” Rocco teased. “But it’s not a date?” he asked.
“Not a date,” Luca repeated. He grabbed his gym bag from the bench and started for the door.
“We’ll have a good time with your woman friend on your—what’s the opposite of a date?” Tony asked.
“Assholes,” Luca called back over his shoulder, flipping Tony and Rocco the bird. He left the gym to a chorus of laughter, and he had a pretty good feeling that he hadn’t heard the last of the subject from his so-called friends. But he’d worry about having to deal with them later. Right now, he needed to drive across town for his meeting, and he was already late. Luca just hoped that whatever Sophia needed, he’d be able to help her out because there was no way that he would have ever survived his last year in foster care without her.
SOPHIA
Sophia hated having to call Luca for help, but she had no choice. He was technically the only family she had left, not that she had ever thought of him as a brother. No, she had a crush on Luca since she was sixteen, but she knew that acting on it wasn’t an option. She was sure that Luca saw her as his little sister, and Sophia would never want to give up their friendship to tell him about her stupid crush.
As soon as the words, “I need help,” were out of her mouth, Luca asked where she wanted to meet. That was just who he was, though. He was a little rough around the edges, but with her, he had always been sweet and caring. She asked him to meet her at the last house that he had lived in as a foster kid. They had only lived with that family for three months together before Luca aged out of the system. He was only a year older than her, and watching him leave only drove home the fact that her time would be up in just a year. When she was younger, she lived with a foster family that she loved. Sophia was with them for almost five years before they decided that they couldn’t be foster parents anymore. The truth was, they were going to have a baby of their own, and the idea of having foster kids aroundno longer suited their lifestyle. She was devastated and started being bounced from family to family until she landed in the same house as Luca, waiting for her time in the system to be over.
When Luca left, she was devastated. He was her only friend, not only in the house but also in the world. She usually felt alone, but Luca had changed that for her. With him around, she had someone to talk to—someone who understood everything she had gone through and didn’t judge her. She felt the same way about him, and when he left, she was sure that they’d see each other again once she was kicked out of the system. But she was wrong. Sure, they kept in touch via phone calls and even a few letters over the years, but she hadn’t seen him in almost ten years. It stung a little that he shut her out that way. She’d tell him all about her time in college, and her classes, and he shared just the basics, never giving her much. Luca was closed off from her emotionally, and Sophia couldn’t figure out why. Maybe the boy she had known was now a different man who didn’t want to deal with reminders of his past.
She had read in the news that he had become a boxer. He was building quite a name for himself, too. Sophia hated that she had to learn about his success from a source other than Luca himself. It sucked that he kept so much of himself closed off from her.
She pulled up to the old house that now stood abandoned. It looked nothing like she remembered. When she was a teenager, that house looked terrifyingly big. Now, the two-story home looked small and even sad. She had no reason to see it that way. Sophia was one of the lucky kids who had gotten out of the system unscathed. She really didn’t have any horror stories like other kids in the foster care system. Her trauma stemmed from being passed from home to home. She had a fear of abandonment, and rightly so. But paying a therapist to tell her that was a waste. Sophia already knew that she had a fear ofletting anyone too close, afraid that they’d walk away and leave her, as so many foster families had. If she were really diving deep into her past, she’d probably admit that her fear of abandonment stemmed from Luca leaving, but thinking about that day wasn’t something that she did often.
She wasn’t sure why she felt like a giddy schoolgirl when she recognized Luca in the pickup truck that pulled up behind her car. Sophia looked it over and whistled as Luca stepped out of the truck.
“Was that for me?” he asked, smiling over at her. He was older—they both were, but Luca still had the same smile that made her insides go all gooey. He could always charm his way into getting her to do what he wanted. She just hoped that she’d have that same effect on him when she asked for his help.
“Um, no,” she squeaked. “I was admiring your truck.”
“Oh, thanks,” Luca said. He walked over to the driveway where she had stood staring at the vacant house, and wrapped an arm around her, pulling Sophia in for a hug. “You look good,” he whispered into her ear.
“You too,” she said, trying to hide the fact that she was nervous as hell about seeing him again. He looked more than good. He had grown into his height and had muscles for days. She nearly swallowed her tongue when he jumped out of his truck wearing just gym shorts and a tight T-shirt. She had only seen men built like him on television or in fitness magazines.
“I guess boxing is paying off,” she said. God, why did she say that? She sounded like a complete idiot. “I meant to say, you look very—fit,” she said, trying to save face.
He chuckled, “Thanks. I take it that you’ve heard about me going into boxing?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she breathed, “you didn’t share the news with me, so I heard it from a news program. I’m not sure why you wouldn’ttell me about it.” Being angry at him was so much easier than being turned on by him.
He shrugged, “There was nothing to tell, really.”
“That’s bullshit,” she spat, poking her finger into his chest. “I’ve told you all about college, and even about my teaching job. You never share anything personal, and we’re supposed to be friends, Luca,” she insisted.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it up to his lips, gently kissing the back of it. “I see that you still have that fiery temper, Sophia,” he teased. He always liked to tease her about being a hothead. She wanted to protest and tell him that he was wrong, but he wasn’t.
“Don’t change the subject,” she insisted, pulling her hand free from his.
“All right, how about you tell me what the subject is, and I’ll try to follow along,” he said. “And why meet here? Obviously, this place has been abandoned for a while now.” They both looked at the house, and he was right. She had no idea why she had asked him to meet her there. Maybe it was because it was the only place where no one would look for them.
“I need your help,” she said, cutting to the chase. The rest of his questions would just have to wait.
