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“Well and truly.”

She laughed despite herself. “We’ll see.”

Chapter 13

Delilah sighedwhen she reached her apartment. She stuck the key in the lock but didn’t turn it. Nothing about tonight made sense. A few hours ago, she was bemoaning to Luca how terrible it would be to spend time with Samson.

But as much as she fought it, she couldn’t deny the truth that she wanted to see him again. Tonight was supposed to be her opportunity to be free from him, but now she was in deeper than ever.

She opened the door and tossed her keys on the table next to the door and shrugged off her jacket before turning on the light.

When she saw the figure sitting in the chair she screamed before clamping a hand across her mouth. “Luca. You scared me. What are you doing in here?”

“You were out late.”

“I didn’t know I had a curfew.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t leave the restaurant with him.”

“Is that why you’re here? You were you worried about me? That’s sweet, but I’m fine. Nothing happened. He wanted toshow me something, and he did. It was interesting, but that’s all. I have no intention of seeing him again.”

“Does he know that?”

The toilet flushed, and she looked toward the bathroom. “Who’s that?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for—” The door opened, and Marc smiled at her. “What’s he doing here? Why would you let him in here?”

“Good to see you too,” Marc said as he sat on the couch, spreading his arms across the back. “By the way, I like that rug thing that’s on the toilet lid. Cozy.”

“Get out of my apartment.”

“It’s not your apartment. It belongs to Luca, and he invited me in.”

“I work for my rent. That means it’s mine, and you need to leave.” She made her voice stern to hide the quaver of fear.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

“Luca, what were you thinking letting him in here?”

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Marc said. “If it’s any consolation, he didn’t want to do it. But what do you expect?”

“I expect you to respect my privacy.”

“Normally I would, but then Luca told me what a great job you did with Samson. I had to hear it from the horse’s mouth.”

Luca shifted in the chair.

Delilah went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Not because she was thirsty, but she didn’t want Marc to know how nervous he made her. She had no problem standing up to him to a point. But he could be a dangerous man if pushed too hard. She’d been lucky when she gave him that scar. He hadn’t snapped.

“I wouldn’t mind a drink,” Marc said.

She ignored him and sat on the arm of Luca’s chair, sipping her water. “You can go now.”

“Come on, D,” Luca said. “Hear him out.”

“He’s got nothing to say that I want to hear.”

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