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We held each other, and I slid my fingers through his hair. His breath was warm and slow on my skin, his fingers soft and rhythmic, trailing along my spine.
“I can’t work at Rossi anymore,” I whispered.
His hands stilled. “You can.”
“I think it’s obvious I can’t.”
“I want you in the same building as me.”
“We do live together. It isn’t as if I won’t see you.”
He raised his head, glaring at me the same way he’d glared at his monitor. I’d replaced it as his enemy, which made me want to laugh, but I held it in since I didn’t think he’d take kindly to it.
“I don’t want you working for someone else,” he stated.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to work for anyone else. I’m hoping my rich husband will keep me afloat so I can throw myself into starting my business. I’ve been delaying jumping in with both feet, but I think this is the push I needed. It’s time.”
“You don’t have to hope, Saoirse. Anything you need, I’ll give it to you. What about office space? I’ll clear out the office beside mine. You can have it.”
“In the Rossi building?” He nodded in all seriousness, which made me sputter a laugh. “Isn’t that Miller’s office?”
“Say the word, and he’s out.”
Laughing again, I patted his chest. “Poor Miller. I think Clara might object to you kicking her husband out of his office.”
“She’d get over it.”
“Luca,”—I dropped my forehead to his—“you’re being sweet. Crazy, yes, but very, very sweet.”
He squeezed my butt in response.
“I’m not going to work in the Rossi building.”
He sighed. “I know, and it pisses me off.”
“Maybe I’ll take over this office.”
He leaned back in his chair, eyeing me. “You can have it. I barely use it anyway. I like the idea of you working here.”
“With Miles.”
That made his lip curl. “I have to accept that?”
“You do. He’s my partner.”
“I’myour partner. Miles is your coworker.”
“Sure.” I brushed his hair from his forehead. “You’re really good at cheering me up, you know.”
“I’m not done. Go get changed. I’m taking you to dinner.”
I perked up. “Can we go on the bike?”
His lips curved as he looked at me with his bedroom eyes. “Anything you want, pretty girl.”
Why did I actually believe he meant that wholeheartedly?
Chapter Thirty-two
