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I worked hard at schooling my expression. If Elliot or Weston had any idea how out of touch I was with my own wife, they would know none of this was real.
But it wasn’t confusion I had to work to fight off. It was disappointment.
Not in Saoirse but in myself.
I shouldn’t have been sitting across from my best friends, learning important information about my wife from them. I obviously hadn’t made it clear to Saoirse that I was interested in more than fucking her.
We were in this thing together.
And what kind of teammate was I to not know what was going on with my other half?
A shit one.
We’d be talking tonight.
Chapter Thirty
Saoirse
Iwasintheden reading a book when Luca arrived home. Instead of going directly upstairs like he normally did, he startled me by popping his head in.
“Hey.”
I lowered my Kindle. “Hello, you.”
Luca was yanking his tie loose from his throat. With his hair slightly disheveled and the thick stubble lining his jaw, he was a sight for sore eyes. I’d gotten used to our too-brief meetings during the day. He hadn’t been free today, and I’d been surprised at how fiercely disappointed I’d been when he’d told me.
I’d missed him.
“Did you eat dinner?” he asked.
“I did. You?”
“I ate at my desk.” He drummed his fingers on the doorway’s molding. “I’m going to get changed then head down to the studio.”
His usual routine, though stopping to tell me his plans was new. “Okay. Have fun.”
He paused, sweeping his gaze over me. “Join me?”
“In your studio?”
“Yeah. You can bring your Kindle. Hang out with me for a while.”
I hopped up from the couch before he finished asking. “Yes. Yes, I want to.”
He did another sweep of me, and from the way his eyes went heavy-lidded, I remembered I was wearing my pajamas—a tiny pair of shorts and a cami.
I grinned. This man had seen me naked and bent in half, so it both amused and pleased me he was affected by what I wore. “I’ll change too.”
He grunted. “Good idea.”
Luca put me on the love seat in his studio, and he sat on a stool with a big drawing pad in his lap, facing me.
“What are you drawing?” I asked.
“You, so don’t move.”
I burst out laughing. “No, really.”
