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She bit her lip. “Maybe. But if that’s the case, you can leave him to me. I can handle him.”

“You sure? I can be very persuasive.”

“No kidding.” She put her hand on his chest. “But it’s probably best if we take a breather, and also if you leave Luca to me.”

“Whatever you say.”

All the way to Luca’s place, Delilah swapped between his emergency and getting her head around what had happened with Samson. She was supposed to be preparing to leave him behind, but that seemed impossible now.

“You sure you’re okay?” Samson said, resting his hand on her leg as he drove.

If she could get through today, hopefully tomorrow would bring some answers.

“I’m worried about Luca.” And she was worried about Samson.

If this emergency didn’t involve Marc, then hopefully that meant they were in the clear with him. But if Marc wanted Samson dead, he would have been disappointed that her information hadn’t given him his desired result, and it would beeven worse if Luca told him that she’d spent the morning with Samson.

“I hope you know you can talk to me,” he said.

“I know.” She was on the verge of telling him everything, but first she had to come up with a plan that didn’t threaten Luca’s safety or the security of his restaurant. If that were even possible.

“I might be able to help.”

“Thank you,” she said. “But let me find out what his emergency is first.”

“Even if it’s illegal. You can tell me.”

“It’s not.”

“I’m just saying. I can help him navigate his way through if he needs it. I don’t want you to be scared to tell me because you’re worried he’ll get arrested.”

“I’m not. I just know he wouldn’t want me bringing anyone in on his problems.” That didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to convince Luca that telling Samson was their best course of action. “I’ll mention it to him, though.”

“Good.”

When Samson pulled to the side of the road, he turned in his seat and took her hand. “You want me to wait here?”

“No. It’s okay. I’ll call you later.”

“You will?” His soft smile was inviting, but she kept her distance.

“Yes.”

“Today?”

“If that’s what you want. Or you can come to the restaurant tonight. I’m working a shift.”

“Will you serve my table?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want the other customers to see me favoring you over them.”

“That would be unprofessional.” He smirked.

“I’ll see you later.”

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