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“What the fuck?” Luca seethed. “Who wouldn’t want you with them? Are they all idiots? I have idiots working for me?”
“No, I’m sure it’s because they want to unwind and talk about work, but they probably don’t feel comfortable doing that with me there since we’re married.” I swiped my eye again. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
“It isn’t fine.” His jaw worked as he gritted his molars. Then, without another word, he strode from the room.
When he didn’t come back, I closed my laptop and went into the bathroom to wash my face and attempt to get ahold of my emotions. This really was silly. Not worth wasting tears over.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out, reading a message from Clara.
Clara:Please tell your husband he CANNOT ban all after-work fraternization.
Clara:Seriously, Saoirse. Stop him before he sends out this email. He’s begging for a lawsuit.
Me:What email?
Clara:Oh, thank god you’re by your phone. Luca just sent me a draft of an email he wants to send to the entire company, banning all fraternization outside work hours. He’s clearly lost the plot.
Me:He’s home. I’ll go talk to him. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.
Clara:Why do I have a feeling this has something to do with you?
Me:I think it might. But I’ve got it handled.
Clara:Tell him if he sends out that email, I’m firing him as uncle.
Me:I’ll let him know!! xx
I found Luca in his home office, boring holes into his computer monitor. Crossing the room, he watched me approach. When I rounded the desk, he pushed back, giving me room to slide onto his lap.
I hadn’t spent any time in this room, nor had I ever been in this position with him, but it was as natural as breathing, especially when his arms closed around me.
“What are you doing, Luca Rossi?”
His eyes searched mine. “Your feelings are hurt.”
“They are. But you can’t burn down your entire company to make up for it.”
His brows drew together in a hard line. “That’s where you’re wrong. I can and I will.”
I shook my head and stroked his tight jaw. “You can, but you won’t. Clara texted in a panic.”
He grunted, holding me tighter. “I did what she asked and sent her the draft of my email before sending it to the rest of the company. She repays me by going to my wife?”
“She thinks you’ve lost your mind.”
His huff of breath brushed my neck. “When I walked in and saw you crying, your little chin wobbling, I did feel like I was losing my mind. I need to fix it, Saoirse. I won’t let you be hurt.”
“You know you can’t send that email.” My fingers moved to his hair, carving lines through the side. “You’ve already made me feel better by giving a shit. Your irrationality soothes me.”
He made a grunting sound. “You like seeing me go crazy over your tears?”
“I like knowing you care.”
With a sigh, he tucked his head beneath my jaw, pressing a kiss on my throat. “I knew she wouldn’t let me send it.”
I snorted, already lighter in his arms. “Did it feel good to write it?”
“Nothing feels good when you’re sad. I fucking hate it.”
