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I waited until the door closed behind everyone before raising my eyes to the detective. "You are here to question me, not my husband, so ask your questions."
"Alright." The man obviously knew I didn't want him questioning Luca about his record. "Tell me exactly what happened when he went to prison."
"It was ten years ago," I started and then explained the whole situation. How I had loved Luca for years before that first kiss and loved him to this very day. I explained everything that had occurred that fateful day when Luca was taken for me, how many times I had pleaded for someone to listen to me, and my misery when no one did.
When I was done with that part of my story, I started explaining to him what had happened with my parents during those ten years before Luca rescued me.
By the time I was done, I was standing at the window looking out over the city below, tears pooling in my eyes. I'd been lucky. They had stayed in my eyes instead of trickling down my cheeks.
Bet my red eyes looked horrible.
"Is there anything else you need to know, Detective?" I asked as I turned around to look at him. "Are you satisfied now that I am here of my own free will?"
"Yes." Detective Waterston stood and then stuck his writing pad and pen into his pocket. "I'm sorry that I had to ask all of these questions, but your parents have been raising quite the stink. My captain has been riding my ass to find you and solve this case."
"Well, it wasn't a kidnapping. I eloped."
"Yes, well, your parents are convinced that you were kidnapped. You might want to talk to them about that."
I almost snorted. "Yeah, I'll get right on that."
"I'm sorry you had to fly back to the US, Mr. Sabatino. Now that the case will be closed, you are free to go home. I'll make sure that my captain knows this was all a misunderstanding."
Yeah, right, a misunderstanding.
The detective dug his card out of his suit jacket and held it out to me. "If you have any problems with your parents, give me a call. You're twenty-five years old and old enough to make your own decisions."
"Wish my parents understood that."
They really didn't.
I stayed by the window and watched as the detective walked out of the room. The moment the door opened, Luca hurried back in. I smiled when he scanned me from head to toe, looking for anything out of place.
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" he asked as he stopped in front of me and drew me into his arms. "Why did you decide to speak to him alone?"
"Because I wasn't about to let him question you over your police record. He was supposed to be here to make sure I wasn't kidnapped. Your criminal record had nothing to do with it."
"Oh, cuore mio." Luca stroked his knuckles down the side of my face. "I was never worried about him questioning me about my criminal record. I served my time in the eyes of the law. There's nothing he can do me."
I didn't know how those things worked, but I wasn't taking any chances. Luca was mine to protect even if he didn't know it. I might not be very good at it, but I'd try to my dying breath.
"How about I treat you all to lunch before we head to the Thomas place?" Jake suggested. "I can easily get reservations at Le Bernardin."
I had grown up in New York City, so of course I'd heard of that fancy French restaurant. It was one of those places that people like me usually read about in the society pages and dreamed of going to, but never got to step through the doorway.
"You hungry, cuore mio?"
I smiled as I nodded quickly.
Luca smiled back at me before pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Okay."
I was excited.
Chapter Eighteen
~ Luca ~
