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Lucia’s eyes widened as the garage door was lifted to showcase the vehicles safely stored inside. At least three of the vehicles had emblems on the front of them that guaranteed the vehicles cost six-figures, at least.

“I thought he said there were a couple of cars,” Lucia said quietly to Renzo. “There’s like ten in here.”

Renzo chuckled. “Maybe ten is a couple to Tuck now, I don’t know.”

They kept their conversation quiet so that the man—the same one who had been manning the door of the restaurant—wouldn’t hear them. He lingered a little too close as it was, only a few feet behind them as they looked over the vehicles to decide which one they wanted to take.

“Nothing too flashy,” Lucia told Renzo as he eyed a particular Corvette. “That draws attention, and we’re trying not to do that, remember?”

He grinned at her from the side. “Gutting me, Lucia.”

She just winked.

It might not be the right time for their playful banter, but she couldn’t help it when it came to Renzo. Things were falling into place, it seemed. It was good. Surely, they could enjoy it for a moment.

“I like that one,” Diego said softly as he tugged on Lucia’s hand to gain her attention. He’d finally woken up on the drive over, and it seemed like that nap did wonders for his mood. He was no longer afraid of all the noise and the bright lights. Instead, it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of it all. “That one there, Lucia.”

Diego pointed at a black Camaro.

She gave Renzo a look.

He just laughed.

“Kid has good taste,” Renzo said like that explained it all.

And maybe it did.

Who was she to say?

“Any car is fine,” the guy behind Lucia said. “Pick one; I have all the keys.”

Renzo nodded. “The Camaro will do.”

“And where are we sleeping?” Lucia asked.

Because now, that felt far more important to her than a car did. They could get a fucking cab anywhere. Take a bus, or something. But where were they going to sleep?

“We’ll grab a hotel,” Renzo said absently, gesturing for Diego to come closer to the car.

Diego left Lucia’s side at the same time the man threw a pair of keys across the garage. Renzo caught them easily enough, and hit the unlock button the fob. The car lit up on all four corners.

She said nothing flashy.

Sure, the Camaro might not be as flashy as some of the other vehicles in the garage, but it was still going to turn some heads. She still didn’t think that was a good thing, but she also didn’t want to ruin the moment for Diego who looked like he was having the time of his life as he climbed into the front seat of the Camaro to check it out.

But with them settled on a car, the guy who had brought them seemed ready to leave them be. He stepped away from the garage and pulled a phone out of his pocket. With his attention elsewhere, and Diego distracted by the car, Lucia could focus on Renzo.

“Were they serious?” she asked.

Renzo reached out and slid his palm along hers before weaving their fingers tightly together. He tugged her closer to his side until she was tucked into him. Her favorite place to be, really, but that didn’t change the shit on her mind.

“Serious about what?”

“Squatting,” she muttered.

Renzo let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, probably.”

“We’re not—”