“Do I gotta kill him?” he growls softly.
But the local guy only grins and gives us the thumbs-up before shuffling off, lighting a cigarette and keeping his head down.
“Let him go.” I yank my underwear up. They’re not doing much more than emotional support at this point. “I don’t want to get blood on the car.”
“Good point.” He scowls as he gets himself tucked away. “You ready?”
“I’m ready.” I start the engine, the purr sending a shiver down my spine. “You want a turn?”
His eyebrows raise. “Really? You’re offering?”
I think about it. This has been one of the best afternoons of my life, if I’m being completely honest with myself.
I hate it, but I really liked spending time with him.
Maybe it’d be nice to let him drive for a few miles.
“Nah, just kidding.”
I hit the gas and we shoot out of there like lightning.
Chapter 23
Luca
“I’m going to say something now, and I don’t want you to use it against me later.” Fiorella steps up close to me and presses her body into mine. “I had a really good time today.”
“I did too.”
“But don’t get any ideas.” She gets up on her toes and lightly presses her lips to mine. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”
“I wouldn’t dream of that.”
“Good.” She kisses me a second time, her fingers lightly gripping my shirt. “Are you coming in?”
“I have to take the Spider back.”
She glances past me toward where the car’s parked in front of the house. “Maybe we could keep it for a little bit longer. You know… just another few days.”
I laugh lightly and kiss her. “Sorry, baby, but that’s not the deal. If you want one, you’d better hurry up and finish working on yours.”
“And when that’s done, I’m never letting you get behind the wheel.”
“We’ll see about that.”
She grins and lets me go. I watch her disappear into the house before turning away and walking lightly toward the car, a smile on my face. It’s late, a little past eleven at night, and the neighborhood’s quiet. I wait a few minutes, checking my phone, until a figure comes walking toward me slowly down the sidewalk.
“You two took forever,” Enzo comments, though he doesn’t sound like he’s complaining. He climbs into the passenger seat, and I get behind the wheel. “How’d it go with her?”
“She liked it.” I choose not to tell him that it was one of the best days of my life. “I think it helped.”
He shakes his head and looks out the window. “Never thought you’d be the kind of man who cared about his wife’s happiness.”
“People change.” I start the engine. The Spider roars to life.
“What is it about this car, anyway?” Enzo makes a face. “Too small for me.”
“She likes it. That’s all I care about.” I give him a look. “You have the address?”
