He was doing what a good don did—putting the family first. I just hoped, for his sake, that his good intentions held after the vows were exchanged.
If not, he’d upset the woman I loved. And that wouldn’t fucking fly.
“I won’t,” he said, jaw tight.
Mia held his gaze for a beat, weighing him. Then she nodded.
“All right. Nice little heart-to-heart,” I said. I was eager to be alone with Mia. We haven’t spent more than an hour apart since I got her away from Morales, but I still couldn’t get enough. “Goodbye, Cos.”
My brother shot me a glare but headed for the door.
Mia moved to follow.
“Not you, Mia,” I called out.
She glanced at me. “I thought you had to work—” She registered the hungry expression on my face. “Oh.”
I caught the sound of Cos’s knowing chuckle. “Should I close the door?”
“Obviously,” I barked.
The second he was gone, I crooked my finger at Mia. “Come here, Berry. Why the hell did you sit all the way over there?”
She blushed as she walked toward me. “I wasn’t sure if I even belonged here today.”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto my lap. “You don’t belongthere, but you do right here.” I nuzzled my nose against her neck and stole a kiss. “Give me an hour and I’ll be done.” We had dinner plans at a hot new spot in town she’d been wanting to try. “Did you bring your laptop?”
Mia nodded. She’d agreed to work from my place this week, but she was itching to get back to her studio next week. I’d said yes, because I was powerless to deny her anything—though I’d made one thing crystal clear: she wasn’t going anywhere without her four bodyguards.
“Actually,” she said, playing with the collar of my shirt, “I wanted to stop by my apartment before dinner.”
My hand tightened on her hip. “Why?”
She sighed. “This dress is the only thing I have at your place. I can’t keep taking client Zoom calls in your T-shirts, Rom. I’ve been telling everyone I’m going through a grunge phase. That excuse is going to wear thin fast.”
“I like you in my T-shirts.” I bit lightly on her shoulder.
“I know,” she said with a laugh. “But I think you like me even more out of them.”
“Fair.”
“Either option isn’t exactly professional attire. I need to grab some things.”
“I’ll buy you a new wardrobe.” I should have thought of that by now, but I reallydidlike her in my shirts.
She gasped, scandalized. “Rom, my closet is carefully curated. I’ve spent years hunting down some of those rare vintage pieces. And you know, it’s quite a bad practice to buy all your clothes in one go. It’s much better to add to your collection slowly, with intention. So that every piece makes sense and fits with your style.”
I grinned. God, she was adorable. “Forgive me for that offensive suggestion. What was I thinking?”
She swatted at me. “I need to go home.”
“Then we’ll go together and pack everything up.”
“I was only going to grab a little.”
“Nah. Take it all.”
Her eyes searched mine. “Are you asking me to move in?”
