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LANA
Ididn’t bring Henry with me to seduce him. I really wanted him to understand that Lazaro was more than what the police reports said he was. That I could make him see Lazaro as a person or to care about his case because I cared about it.
Henry listened to my story about Lazaro, really listened. He didn't dismiss it or try to twist it into something sinister. I saw genuine care in his eyes as I spoke. Does he think Lazaro is a good person? Probably not. But Henry sees how much Lazaro means to me.
For so long, I've felt alone in my belief that Lazaro is still out there somewhere. Henry may believe like Elio, that the case is a lost cause. That Lazaro is dead, but he said he’d look. He's going to help find my brother.
I can’t put into words how much it means to me to have someone else willing to look for Lazaro. To accept that I might be right and he’s alive somewhere. I suppose that’s why I’m kissing him back.
I melt into Henry's kiss, my body responding immediately and with an intensity that’s almost overwhelming. His lips are soft yet demanding. I clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer. Thekiss deepens, and I'm lost in a whirlwind of sensation. My heart pounds as his hands tangle in my hair.
Suddenly, Henry pulls away, leaving me breathless and confused. "We should go.”
Irritation flares within me. Is he seriously putting the brakes on now? He’s the one who started the kiss! I open my mouth to protest, ready to tell him off for leading me on.
Henry leans in, his lips brushing against mine again. "Maybe you could drive me home before we get arrested for lewd acts.” Then his mouth captures mine again in a searing kiss that leaves no doubt about his intentions. Relief and desire flood through me as I realize he's not rejecting me. He wants this as much as I do.
When he pulls away, his eyes watch mine, probably assessing whether I’m going to tell him off or agree to go back to his place.
I smirk. “Worried you’ll ruin your Boy Scout reputation?”
He grins. “I haven’t gotten to second base in a car since high school.”
I laugh. “Just second base, eh?”
His gaze drifts to my mouth for a second and then back to my eyes. “I like to have room to fully appreciate a woman’s body.”
Every neuron inside me lights up as I imagine all the ways Henry can appreciate my body.
“Weren’t cars bigger back when you were in high school?” I tease, thinking of my grandfather’s old Cadillac Lazaro inherited and fixed up.
Henry's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Are you calling me old, Ms. D'Amato?"
“What if I am?”
His expression shifts, becoming more serious. "Does that bother you? The age difference between us?"
I pause, wondering if he doesn’t realize I’m teasing. “No. I mean, what are you, thirty-four? Thirty-five?”
“Thirty-seven.”
Oh. Wow. He looks good for nearing forty.
“I’m thirteen years older than you.”
I shrug. “Our ages don’t factor when we’re together.”
His head tilts to the side as if he’s pleased to hear it. “Me, neither. Does that mean you’ll drive me home?”
"Want to drive?"
His face lights up with surprise and excitement. "Are you kidding? I’d give my right nut to drive this car.”
“Lucky for you, I want you to keep your nuts.” I realize that being enthralled by cars isn’t just a Lazaro thing. It appears Henry has the same boyish enthusiasm about them.
We exit the car, and I make my way around to the passenger side. Henry waits by the door, and I wonder if he's having second thoughts about driving or even being with me. My heart skips a beat, uncertainty creeping in.
