“I love you.”
His body went still. He ran his fingers through my hair. “You do?”
“I do. I think I have for a long time.”
His arms tightened around me, and he tucked his face into my neck. “I love you too.” I felt dampness on my skin and let my own tears fall. I finally had the love I’d been looking for my whole life.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
TONY
Going back to work on Monday had been hard. Greg and I had extended our stay in Delaware by two days so he could spend more time with his siblings. We also wanted to spend time with each other without the pressures of our everyday lives interfering.
Now it was back to work for both of us. He had a video meeting with a client to present their finished website. I had three interviews, all for Hunter’s team.
After the debacle when my father was in the hospital, we realized that we were still running the business like we had in the beginning, back when we did everything ourselves. It had been simpler when we started out because it was just Michael and me. We’d stuck to what we were good at. When Marco joined us four years later, we’d expanded to include things he could handle.
We’d since grown in size and reputation, but our approach hadn’t changed with the business. To be fair, Hunter had tried to gently guide us in that direction, but I could be a stubborn asshole at times, and I blew him off. We’d been lucky we had the extra team members. Otherwise, we would have had no choice but to send Marco, Michael, and Liam on a mission, despite our own family emergency.
So we’d expedited the search for more extraction team members, with Marco and Gabe using their own contacts to find and vet viable candidates. We also decided to create a team of people who, like Liam, had other jobs they didn’t want to quit but could take time off to do missions when necessary. Gabe had taken to calling them our pinch hitters. It was accurate.
I greeted Liz with a smile when I walked into the office. She smiled back. “You look pretty pleased with yourself. I take it your time off with Greg was good.”
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “Yeah, it was good. Really good.”
“What was really good?” Michael asked from behind me.
Liz pointed at me. “He said his weekend with Greg was really good.”
I rolled my eyes. Here we go. Michael turned me so I was facing him and looked me up and down. “Holy shit. You’re glowing.”
He grasped my upper arm and towed me toward my office. When we passed by the gym, he poked his head in the door and said, “Marco, get your ass over here.”
Irritation rose within me. I yanked my arm out of his grip. “For fuck’s sake. My love life is not a source of entertainment for you.”
I continued walking to my office, not caring if he followed me. I had to stifle the urge to call Greg just to vent. I knew he was preparing for his meeting, and I didn’t want to interrupt him. Instead, I sat at my desk and opened my laptop so I could bring up the résumé of the first interview candidate.
The tentative knock on my door came shortly after I started reviewing the résumé. I thought about letting them stew, but we all had work to do, and I didn’t need a couple of grown-ass adults pouting like five-year-olds when I was trying to conduct interviews. “Come in,” I called out.
My brothers entered the room tentatively, both eyeing me warily as they took the seats across from me. “I’m sorry,” Michael blurted out. “I wasn’t trying to make a spectacle out there. I just got excited and overstepped.”
I inclined my head. “Okay. I appreciate your apology.”
My gaze slid over to Marco, who put up his hands defensively and said, “I didn’t do it.”
I snorted a laugh and shook my head. “You two are ridiculous.” I huffed a sigh. “What do you want to know?”
Marco gestured at me. “Michael said you were glowing, and you are. What happened over the weekend? What changed?”
I almost didn’t want to share that precious moment when Greg had whispered his love to me in the warm, dark cocoon of our embrace. Before I could say anything, Michael breathed out, “Oh my god. He said it. He told you he was in love with you.”
“Yeah,” I acknowledged.
“That’s great,” he enthused. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
Marco gave me a soft smile. “Congratulations. I know how much you wanted this.”
