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“It’s too early in the morning for your shit,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee.
“You’re cute first thing.”
He grunts.
“But a little grumpy,” I add. “I’ve never seen grumpy Enzo before. You know I could come over there and rub some of that tension out of you.”
He switches his gaze back to me quickly. “Valentina,” he warns. “Stop it.”
I roll my eyes. “God, I can order you stronger coffee if that’ll help your mood?”
“There is nothing wrong with my mood.”
I’ve also never seen him like this; completely disheveled and a little darkened. He surprises me at every turn.
“Could’ve fooled me. Heads-up, bozo, I have to leave soon. That's if you still insist on babysitting me.”
“You know the answer to that.”
I know I’m babbling because if I don’t, I’m going to high jump over that partition and launch myself at him. Even though he’s making it abundantly clear that he’s not interested. Hmm… his little act at the bar last night begs to differ. He can deny it all he likes. I know what I saw.
I know when a guy finds me attractive and when he doesn’t, and Enzo just doesn’t want to admit it and end up at the bottom of the Charles when Angelo finds out.
As if I’d ever tell him.
Our dirty little secret.
I can’t help but smile into my coffee.
I’m a morning person, I don’t know why, but even on little sleep, I’m sunshine. Once I’ve had my first hit off coffee, that is. Otherwise, who knows what I’d be capable of.
“Fine, but it’ll look a little weird if you get caught spying.”
He runs a hand through his hair idly. “I don’t care how it looks.”
“I could always say you’re very protective,” I go on as if he hasn’t spoken. “And you don’t like to let me out of your sight.”
“Whatever, Valentina.”
Clearly, he’s not a morning person.Noted.
“The girls will be all over me for information. I can’t say I blame them, though they haven’t met grumpy ass Enzo in the morning.”
He runs the same hand down his face. Every single muscle in his body contracts at the slight movement.
He’s in his early thirties and he has a better body than a man in his twenties. With Enzo, he’s never been a man to act like he knows it, which is kind of refreshing.
“Do you always talk so much?”
I shrug, unfazed. “What time do you think you’ll come around? Just so I’m aware to avoid you before you’ve had at least your first full cup of coffee.”
“I’m not a great sleeper,” he admits. I didn’t know this about him.
“Which is why copious amounts of alcohol usually help,” I say.
Enzo isn’t a big drinker. He may have a couple of drinks with my brothers now and then, but I can’t say I’ve seen him drunk or even headed that way.
“That has the adverse effect on me,” he says, yawning. “Always has.”
