“Did you know you’re irritating as hell when you want to be?”
I smiled. “You don’t say.”
“So?”
“So… I’m waiting for you to come house hunting with me.”
“House hunting?”
“A wise man takes his woman with him to buy their potential future home.”
Her mouth gaped. “You’re being serious. Why are you buying someplace new?”
“Because you were kidnapped from the last one,liunissa,” I chided, pressing my thumb against that parted bottom lip. “You’ll never step foot there again. I’m going to turn it over to my laboratory. Get rid of the residential aspects and use it solely for my work.”
“That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
“I’d burn it to the ground,” I intoned darkly, “but its existence is a sign of dominance over the Italians, and in the current climate, that remains a vital display of power.”
She licked her lips, and the little tease made sure her tongue connected with my thumb. When I retracted, she commented, “Makes sense. You haven’t mentioned the Favaros…”
“No, I haven’t, have I?” My pensiveness was audible. “Nor will I aside from to say that you’ll never share the same planet as them.”
Because all of them, to a one, were sleeping with the fishes now.
Luc and I had been very, very, very busy.
“Do I want to know?” She sounded amused, which told me she knew exactly what had happened and wasn’t about to yell at me for it.
Her arms slipped over my shoulders and she leaned into me so she could press a kiss to my lips. It was salty and creamy and, honestly, if I’d known how my favorite foods would taste when she ate them, I’d have fed them to her sooner.
With a soft peck to her mouth, I rumbled, “Will you come with me, then?”
“To where?”
“To pick our house.”
She squirmed. “You can stay here for as long as you want.”
“Will you give me a drawer in your nightstand, hmm?”
“I’ll give you your own nightstand and half my closet.”
“Sacrifice, indeed. You don’t have to,duci.”
“We both know you’ll end up spending most of your time here,” she muttered.
“We do, do we?”
“We do. In fact, you’d better?—”
“Ah-ha! You want me where you can see me?”
“You’ll get into less trouble that way,” she declared.
“Trouble, me? I’m as pure as undriven snow.”
“The only snow you’re as pure as is yellow snow.”
