All at once, Lucia finally understood what he was getting at. All those texts of hers, which she’d sent to him while he was away on his assignment. Keeping him updated with everything, from the fact that the coffee shop she went to every morning ran out of her favorite donuts before she could get one, to the difficult client toward the end of the week.
Instead of replying to his statement about her week—hell, it didn’t even matter anymore with him here—she said, “I love you, Ren.”
And she did.
More than he would ever know.
She didn’t know how to explain a love like this. Something this consuming and perfect … because nothing else about life was perfect. Except them.
And this.
Renzo smiled. “Love you, too.”
“But yes, I do think I might need a vacation.”
“I could do that for you.”
Lucia rolled her eyes. “It was a joke. I don’t have time for—”
“What if time was made for you instead?”
She gave him a look.
He looked right back at her.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Okay,” he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips before he continued on with, “then no temptations. But we’ll see what I can do.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Come on, Ren!”
“The prince calls,” he muttered, kissing her once more.
“Keep pretending that you don’t like it, then.”
A shrug fell from his shoulders as he stepped away from her with that sexy, playful grin of his right back in place. “Listen, I gotta do what I gotta do for this pride of mine.”
“Right, right.”
God.
She loved that man.