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Renzo entered the bedroom as Lucia slipped one of his T-shirts over her body to wear to bed. A shirt from him and a pair of panties was more than good enough for her. “He’s out for the night.”

Good.

“Didn’t fight you, then?”

Renzo chuckled. “He was just happy he was going to be able to sleep with all the instruments. Which means we’ll probably get woken up tomorrow morning to a lot of noise.”

Lucia only smiled.

Diego could have slept in Micheal’s bedroom. The man offered it to Renzo since he worked nights, and didn’t get home until around eight in the morning. Diego didn’t want that, though. Not after he figured out the couch in the music room was a futon and with a pillow and blanket, it would make the perfect bed for him.

“Is your uncle gone, too?” she asked.

“Yeah, but not before asking a million and one more questions.”

Renzo tugged off his shirt, and tossed it to the top of an empty dresser. It wasn’t lost on her how despite being allowed to stay here for a while—just a few days, that was the deal—Renzo wasn’t willing to unpack their bags or even pull much out of them other than whatever they might need to wear for the next day. Even though she felt like they were okay for the moment, like they weren’t going to have to get up and go all of the sudden, he clearly didn’t feel the same.

That kind of broke her heart.

“Questions like what?” she asked, moving closer to him.

Renzo sighed, scrubbing a hand down his jaw. As he undid his pants, pushed them down his legs, and kicked them away, he said, “About my mom, and why we left. I don’t want to lie, you know.”

But he also didn’t have a choice.

Lucia knew that better than anyone.

What she hated most of all, though, was that look in Renzo’s eye. All distraught, and fucking tired at the same time. Like life just wasn’t giving him a break, and he needed one desperately. She understood that, too. They hadn’t stopped moving in far too long. Always looking over their shoulder in wait for the next thing that might send them running.

But they were okay right now.

It was good right now.

They had this second right now.

“Hey,” she whispered reaching up to drag her fingertips through the longer bits of his hair. Renzo’s dark gaze drifted to hers, and she smiled. “I love you.”

She didn’t say it enough.

Didn’t tell him nearly enough.

She felt it all the time, though.

Renzo grinned.

That’s what she wanted to see.

“Good thing you love me,” he murmured. “Don’t know why you’d wanna do this with me, otherwise.”

Lucia laughed. “There’s nowhere else I would rather be, Ren.”

“I know, babe.” His grin softened into a smile. “That’s why I love you.”

Renzo gave her another one of his cocky smiles as he moved to slip past her, and get into the bed. She didn’t even think about her next move, really. Just that she knew he was stressed, and she wanted to do anything to make him feel better. Something to keep that sexy grin on his face, and his mind far away from the mess that had become their lives.

Things were good.

Right now, it could stay that way.