Page 138 of Effortless

“I thought we were just having dinner over there.”

“The girls figured out you were already in town.”

Camilla smiled. “They did, huh?”

“Someone let them in on the secret.”

“It was you.”

Tommaso winked. “It was me, yeah.”

She loved Tommaso’s little sisters. Sara and Rebeka were two little spitfires. The younger siblings Camilla had never been given in her own life. Every single time she got to spend a few days with the Rossi sisters was like making up for lost time, or something.

Being that she still lived in New York, and him in Chicago, they really only got to be together every so often. Sometimes, he went to her for a weekend, or a week, if he could spare it. Sometimes, she went to him for a few days.

It all had to fall into place to work. Between her schooling, family, and life, and his family, business, and everything else … it was not a simple thing to simply get together.

It was work, sometimes.

Nothing was easy.

Camilla missed Tommaso all the time. The distance often ate away at her with every missed phone call, or good morning text message she didn’t have time to reply to. Despite how hard it could be, she also knew it was still very much worth the effort.

The love was effortless.

Loving him was so easy.

Anything else was just details.

“We can head over,” she told him.

“You don’t mind?”

Camilla shook her head. “Nope.”

He dropped another kiss to her lips, and then murmured, “You do know that now your five days here are going to be technically half with me, and half with them.”

“Pleasure of doing business with you, Tommaso.”

His laughter rumbled through the living room.

“Business, huh?”

Camilla shrugged. “Yep.”

“Are you coming down with Cross next month when he makes the trip for work?”

“Maybe. Depends on what’s happening with school.”

Tommaso cleared his throat, and straightened. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Probably be last minute, if I do.”

“Don’t tease me with surprises, now.”

Camilla flashed a sexy grin. “I could show up with a trench coat, and nothing else on underneath. Pretty sure the TSA agents wouldn’t think it appropriate, but maybe a little flash will—”

His hand still in her hair tugged gently. It was enough to elicit a laugh out of her, and then a squeak when he bent down to kiss her even harder and deeper than before. A kiss that burned her far hotter, and made her wish for something else.