on Saoirse’s sassy ass. “You’re not inconvenient. Say it.”
She squirmed in my lap, her face buried in my throat. “I’m not inconvenient.”
“You are a fucking menace, though.” I smacked her again, making her yelp.
“I’m a fucking menace.”
I smacked her again. “I’m not having sex with you in my office. There are far too many people nearby for me to do what I want to do with you. Now, I’ll have to work the rest of the day with half my blood supply in my dick because of you.”
I felt her grin against my throat. “You didn’t have to spank me.”
“You had it coming, and you know it.”
I’d been disappointed Saoirse hadn’t been able to join me for lunch, but when she appeared at my doorway a few minutes ago, that fell away. Holding her in my lap more than made up for not having her company earlier.
I pressed a knuckle beneath her chin, drawing her out of my throat so I could look at her. I’d woken up to this face for a week now, and not a single part of me wanted to go back to waking up alone.
“How was the office space?” I asked.
“We liked it. I don’t know if we’re ready to sign on yet, though. We were more just getting a feel for what was out there.”
“Did you and Miles grab lunch, or are you hungry?”
Her nose scrunched. “I’m not hungry.”
There was a strained quality to her answer that brought me to attention. “Did you eat?”
“Mmhmm.” Her eyes darted to the side, and her hands clenched on her thighs.
“Was that a yes?”
“Yes, Luca. I ate.”
“With Miles…?”
She huffed, turning away from me. “Yes. Miles and I both ate. He’s actually probably wondering why I’m not back at work. I should go.”
I caught her before she could slip off my lap, holding her flush to my chest. “Is everything okay?”
“Of course it is. I only meant to stop in for a minute, though. I need to head back to work.” Her lips pressed against the side of my throat, and she nuzzled me with her nose. “I’ll see you tonight.”
She wanted to go, so I let her. But she’d raised my alarm bells. I knew my wife. She was an awful liar, and just now, I was almost certain she’d lied about something.
Approaching Saoirse from behind, I swallowed her in an embrace. Her head fell back against my shoulder with a sigh.
“What are you making, pretty girl?”
I’d arrived home, welcomed by Clementine and the scent of garlic and spices. After giving my cat a good pat, I followed my nose to the kitchen, where Saoirse was standing at the stove. She wasn’t exactly a domestic goddess, but she cooked well, and my mother had taught her a few of my favorite dishes from childhood.
I had no complaints and considered myself lucky.
“Salmon and asparagus.” She tilted her head to the side to meet my eyes. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be home in time to eat with me.”
“Are you glad I am?”
“Always.”
Leaning down, I dropped a kiss on her lips. “I’m starving. Are you hungry?”
“Mmhmm. Give me a few minutes and I’ll feed you.”
I slid my hand down to her lower stomach, splaying my fingers wide. “What did you have for lunch?”
Her breath stuttered. It was quick, and if I hadn’t been holding her, I wouldn’t have noticed. But I had noticed, and once again, I went alert.
“A terrible curry chicken sandwich at this café near Rossi. I’ll have to check what the name was so you can make sure you never eat there.”
Reaching around her, I turned off the stove. Saoirse yelped when I spun her to face me.
“Yeah, that’s bullshit.”
Her mouth fell open. “What? I don’t—”
I tapped her lips. “You don’t lie. You’re really bad at it. You’re lying to me now, and I want to know why.” She tried to turn her head, but I caught her chin, keeping her in place, so she clamped her mouth shut. “Are you really going to do this? I’m standing in front of you, telling you I know you’re keeping something from me, and you’re—”
“I promised Clara,” she snapped. “Okay? I promised her I wouldn’t say anything.”
Taking her hand in mine, I dragged her out of the kitchen and pulled her with me to the den. This was where she was comfortable. Where she relaxed.
If she was going to go back on her promise—and she was—it would happen here, where everything was soft and away from the hot stove and sharp knives in the kitchen.
“Luca, I can’t do this. Talk to Clara. I’m going to finish dinner.”
She started to rise, but I tugged her right back down, holding both her hands in mine.
“No. I could give a fuck about dinner. Clara shouldn’t have put you in this position and she knows it. You know it too. I don’t know why you would agree to lie for her—”
“She’s your sister.” Saoirse yanked her hands out of mine and folded her arms over her chest. My pretty girl was pissed, but she had to have known it would come down to this.
Still, I softened at her reasoning. Saoirse understood the importance of family in the same way I did. Her willingness to go above and beyond to help Clara simply because she was my sister affected me on a visceral level. It made me want to take this woman in my arms and hold her and tell her not to worry about anything. That she could keep her secrets and continue with her lies without explanation.
But that would never happen.
I could let a lot of things slide, but lying wasn’t one of them.
“I appreciate you’re trying to protect and help Clara, but she was out of line to ask you to keep something from me. You don’t come between a husband and wife. Clara was wrong to do that. I need you to talk to me, Saoirse. No more lies.”
For a second, I thought she wasn’t going to tell me. Her teeth clamped down hard on her bottom lip, and her gaze shifted to the side, to the ceiling, to my balled hands, until finally, it landed on me.
“Clara asked me to talk to Miller. I had lunch with him today. I really did eat a terrible curry chicken sandwich.”
Closing my eyes, I released a slow exhale so I didn’t allow my anger to get the better of me before deciding just how pissed to be and where to aim it.
“Why did you have lunch with Miller?”
Her fingers flexed on her arms. “She is afraid he’s cheating on her, but of course you know that. But something else happened. Miller opened a secret credit card in his assistant’s name and used it to send flowers and a book to this woman in Tennessee. Clara didn’t want you to know. She was afraid you would kill him.”
“He’s fucking someone in Tennessee?”
I would kill him. I absolutely would. If not with my bare hands, then I would make use of one of Elliot’s shadowy contacts. I didn’t know for a fact that he knew hit men, but I would be surprised if he didn’t know how to hire one.
And Miller would fucking die if he hurt Clara. If he stepped out on her, he would wake up with his shriveled dick in his mouth. He should have known better than to fuck with a Rossi. Clara might have wanted peace and a nonviolent resolution, but we weren’t the same in that regard.
Saoirse quickly shook her head. “No. I don’t believe he is. I think—” She sucked in a deep breath. “Obviously, I’m not a mental health professional, but I left our lunch with the impression Miller is stressed to the point that he’s unwell. And I don’t really know how to pinpoint why I think this, except something was off. More than his worries over Clara leaving him.”
I gnashed my molars down, clenching my jaw. This wasn’t the time for me to say all the filth running through my mind. Saoirse had a tender heart. She was worried about his mental health. All I cared about was my family—and as far as I was concerned, from here on out, that did not include Miller.
“Do you have the name of the woman in Tennessee?”
She nodded. “I’m scared to give it to you. I know you want to burn it all down, but you can’t.”
I knew she was right. All the fantasies of hiring a hit man and drawing Miller’s blood were just that: fantasies. There was too much at stake. My hands were tied by my responsibilities.
Just because I couldn’t kill him didn’t mean I couldn’t ruin him in all other ways.
“Give me the name and I’ll send it to my PI.” Uncrossing her arms, I tugged her toward me. She came the rest of the way on her own, curling up in my lap.
“Don’t touch him,” she whispered.
“The only promise I can make is not to touch him until I have all the facts.” I dusted my knuckle along her cheek and stroked a lock of her hair away from her face. “I’m going to take care of this. It isn’t your problem anymore.”
Her palm was warm and soft on my jaw. “I wanted to be the one to take care of it. I thought I could.”
“You did good, pretty girl.” I dropped a peck on her forehead. “You helped my sister and did what you were able to. I’m thankful for that. But you have to understand you can’t do this again. We don’t lie to each other. It fucks me up knowing you’re capable of it.”
“I’m obviously not capable of it.” Her nose crinkled the way it always did when she was uncomfortable…or lied. “You found me out right away.”
I tapped her lips with my fingertip. “It was your intention, though. I have to admit, that hurts.”
She flew into motion, banding her arms around me and burying her face in my throat. Her lips moved against my skin.
“I feel like shit, Luca. I’m sick over this.” Her fingers gripped my shirt as she dug in closer. “I’m sorry I hurt you. It doesn’t matter if I meant to or not. I did, and I’m so sorry.”
Her fierce reaction to my pain took me aback. She’d taken my anger in stride, but the second I’d said I was hurt, she was holding me, apologizing to me, trembling in my arms.
“Saoirse. Look at me.”
Her head came up, revealing a flushed face and watery eyes. “I’m sorry, Luca.”
I took her quivering chin in my hand. “Promise never to hide anything from me again and I’ll forgive you.”
Her lashes lowered, and one lone tear tracked down her cheek. “I promise. I hate this so much. There is absolutely no way I want to repeat this. We don’t keep things from each other.”
I wiped her tear on my thumb and sucked it off. “No, we don’t. And we don’t cry over each other unless they’re tears of happiness. Got it?”
“I got it.”
“No spilling wine on yourself. You can’t say yes at your own expense.”
“No spilling wine,” she echoed.
“You better mean that.”
She sucked in a shaky breath, and it rattled my heart. “I mean it, Luca.”
She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. Cupping the back of her head, I held her there while I really kissed my wife, letting her taste the salt on my tongue from her tears and replacing it with all her sweet.
Miller would be dealt with. And soon. But right now, I needed to concentrate on what was most important in this moment, and that was making things right with my wife.
