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“You don’t have to invite your grandma over. It was just an idea,” Sophia hurries to say.
Marco pushes back from his chair. “We’re heading out.”
“Look what you did,” Sophia hisses at Nick. Again, I’m missing something.
Marco takes my elbow with one hand and uses the other to pull my chair out for me.
“Thank you for dinner.” I smile at them both. I don’t know what just happened between all three of them, but now they seem mad at each other. “It was wonderful, and I’ll ask my grandma if she’d like to come over for dinner one night.”
“We’d love that.” Sophia beams at me as she comes over to give me a hug. Marco doesn't let my elbow go as I hug her back. “My husband is protective is all. He just wanted to make sure you weren’t from a family that we have … business with. In our world, there can be problems. Last names are like a brand, sort of. And some brands just don’t go together. Anyway, ignore his rudeness,” she whispers in my ear.
“My apologies,” Nick says as Sophia steps back from the hug. “Not only to you, Evangeline, but to Marco. I know he’d never bring someone here that would be a threat.”
“A threat?” I croak out in surprise.
“You hesitated when my wife asked you to invite your grandmother over.”
“We’re different.” I let out a small shrug, but I’m humbled that Nick would so quickly offer up an apology. It says a lot about him. They might not play by the letter of the law, but they have morals. Most men in power that I’ve met won’t give an apology unless it’s pulled from them. Even if they know they’re wrong.
“Everyone is different.” Nick pulls his wife to his side. “It’s about finding the different that fits together.”
“Such a sap.” Sophia smiles up at him, clearly forgiving him.
“I’ll be back.” Marco nods to Nick before leading me out of the house.
“You okay?” I ask as he opens the door to his car to let me in.
“You got uncomfortable. It put me on edge. Not used to this shit.” He shakes his head. “Not shit. Fuck. I’m messing this up.”
I let out a laugh. “Feelings. You’re not used to these feelings.” I understand. I’m having them, too. Marco has me all over the place. “I’m fine. I enjoyed dinner.” I lean up on my tip toes. “Enjoyed our time in the pool more.”
He drops his head so that our mouths can meet as he kisses me. I sigh into his mouth. I don’t know what to do with all of these feelings either. My brain tells me that I should run. The Davincis are a family that you don’t cross. Even though I don’t have any intention of crossing them, there’s a lot of danger lurking in their dark corners. Still, I deepen the kiss, because my heart is telling me that, no matter the risk, I’m not going anywhere.
