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So far, neither Toby nor Rich seemed to suspect anything between her and Gage, but she wasn’t sure if that was because they were completely unobservant when it came to physical attraction, or if the idea of her with Gage was so out of the realm of reality, it never even occurred to them.
Penny started to work her way down the buttons of Gage’s shirt, hating the way it hid his super-sexy chest. She could spend hours looking at him, if it wouldn’t make her seem like a total freak. Once she hit the last button, she tugged the shirttails free of his dress pants, loving how hot he looked with his shirt hanging open.
Gage broke the kiss, grinning when her gaze drifted lower. She ran her hands over his hard pecs and abs. He let her look for just a moment or two before mumbling, “Tit for tat.”
He pulled her T-shirt over her head in one quick swish, taking his own visual tour. She was more curvy than built, but her “extra fluff” didn’t seem to bother him at all. More than that, he looked at her as if she was some priceless work of art.
They kissed again. It was leisurely, familiar. Because Penny knew this was most likely her last night with Gage, she refused to rush to the next part. She was going to steal every single second with him that she could.
“What about the pizza?” she whispered against his lips when the kisses lingered for several more minutes.
“I like cold pizza.
She smiled. “So do I.”
Gage turned and closed the lid then reached for her hand.
They’d only just left the kitchen when there was a knock on the door.
“Are you expecting someone?”
She shook her head. “No.” Walking to the door, she peered through the peephole. “It’s Tony.”
“Moretti?” Gage said darkly.
She nodded then quickly walked to the kitchen to grab her shirt and put it back on. “Wait in here?” she asked Gage, who had followed her. “I’ll see what he needs. Won’t take a minute.”
Gage crossed his arms but didn’t say anything. She couldn’t tell if his sudden anger was based on the lifelong feud between the Morettis and the Russos or if—please—he was jealous.
She left him in the kitchen then went to open the door.
“Tony. Hi. I wasn’t expecting you.”
Tony smiled and lifted the dish in his hand. “Aunt Berta made lasagna today. She made too much, of course, so she put together an extra one for you. I had to drop some stuff off at a worksite on this side of town, so I offered to bring it by.”
Penny took the dish with a smile. “That’s so sweet of her…and you. How’s her wrist?”
“Much better. It was just a sprain.” He grinned. “She knows lasagna is your fav—”
Tony abruptly stopped talking, his gaze darting over her shoulder.
She didn’t have to turn to know that Gage hadn’t stayed in the kitchen.
Shit.
She glanced over her shoulder and realized it was even worse than that. Gage hadn’t bothered to button his shirt either. Instead, he leaned casually against the doorjamb to the kitchen, as if the fact he was half dressed in her house was the most natural thing in the world.
How the hell was she supposed to explain this? He wasn’t her boyfriend. What they were doing wasn’t even technically dating.
“Tony,” Gage said, his genial tone in complete contrast to his previous one.
“Russo,” Tony said coldly, his gaze drifting from Gage back to her. She didn’t need a mirror to know she was blushing like a fool. “Penny,” he said, softer.
“We were just having some pizza,” she said stupidly. She was pretty sure she couldn’t pretend shirtless pizza with your boss was a thing.
“Pizza,” Tony repeated, studying her face way too closely. She silently besieged him not to question this, not here, not now. He sighed. “I see.”
Unfortunately, she could tell hedid. She wore her feelings on her face. She’d been told that countless times, by her parents, by Rhys, even by Gage.
