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Renzo only shrugged in response.

She hadn’t come further than where she stood in the doorway. Something about Renzo’s need to seek out familiar comfort made her feel like she was intruding, even if he didn’t give her that impression at all. She still couldn’t help but feel exactly that way.

“Lucia.”

“Hmm?”

Her head tipped up, and her gaze darted to find his. He was still looking at her the same way he had been before—unbothered, kind of tired, but entirely in love, too. Like no matter what, as long as he was looking at her, then nothing else in his world mattered. Everything was just fine because the two of them were together.

God.

More than anything she needed that to stay the same between them. Lucia could weather any storm that was thrown at her as long as Renzo kept looking at her like he was right then.

She just knew it.

“You’re too far away,” he told her simply.

Lucia laughed lightly. “I don’t want to interrupt your … time, Ren. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

He shrugged one shoulder like it didn’t matter to him at all. And you know what, it probably didn’t. For such an intense man, Renzo was also one of the most laidback, relaxed people Lucia had ever had the fortune of knowing, never mind loving. And if shit did bother him, it was hard to tell.

“I said,” he murmured, his dark gaze lifting to meet hers, “you are too far away. Come here.”

He hooked a finger in her direction, and Lucia had no choice but to follow his silent direction. It was a like a rope had been slung around her waist, and he was pulling on it with every bend of his finger. Before long, she was leaning down over the tub to meet his lips with a kiss that seared her from the inside out. There was something about the harsh lash of his tongue against the seam of her mouth that really made her crazy. The way his hand came up to slide under her throat, and hold tight to her jaw until he had gotten all of her mouth that he wanted.

He kissed her like he was hungry.

She loved it.

Grinning against his mouth, she murmured, “Wanna talk, or …?”

Renzo chuckled. “Just have a lot of shit on my mind, Lucia.”

“Like what?”

“Vegas. Us. Diego. Tuck—the fact he hasn’t called yet. Whatever job I am supposed to do for him tomorrow. You.”

“Me?” she asked softly.

Renzo kissed her again—faster and harder the second time. It was enough to take her breath away right then and there. God, she loved this man. More than he could possibly know.

“Not you, you,” he said, as if that was supposed to make sense. “I just don’t like leaving you alone, now.”

Ah.

She got it.

“Me and Diego will be fine.”

“I know,” he said, his words whispering along her lips. “That’s one thing I can count on with you, huh? You look after him.”

She always would.

As long as he wanted her to.

“Ren?”

“Hmm?”