Lucia grinned at Renzo’s question, walking forward a bit until she was finally in view through the doors. Still, her husband didn’t turn around to look at her. She wasn’t exactly surprised that he’d known she had been watching him.
It was like the man could just feel it.
“It’s a very nice view,” she replied.
He did glance over his shoulder, then, dark eyes nailing her to the spot as he cocked a brow in challenge. “Only nice?”
“Best view on this island, Ren.”
“Hmm, well, we’ll see about that. Are you done sneaking the phones from me?”
Goddamn him.
“How did you—”
“I just know you, baby.”
Right.
Lucia sighed, leaning against the sliding glass door and folded her arms over her chest. “And what are you doing out here, anyway? A whole one with nature bit, or …?”
“Thinking. And also waiting for our car.”
“What?”
“A car,” he repeated, “we’re going out.”
“To do what?”
“How about you just enjoy the day, huh?”
Lucia smiled. “That sounds perfect, Ren.”
He shrugged, still holding her stare and making her heart skip beats. Even thirty feet away, he could still look at her and make her feel like the only woman in the world for him.
“Thought so. Get a dress on that you can move in, Lucia.”
She didn’t need to be told again.