Page 212 of Come Back to Me

That I didn’t even care if it was Dion who found us.

As that revelation blows my mind, his eyes darken, but he sets his lips to mine again. The kiss is softer. Filled with heat, yes, but gentler. Like he’s soothing me after riling me up.

This man.

When he pulls back, minutes or hours later, he whispers, “God, I needed that.”

“You did?” I mewl.

“Yeah. I don’t even care we were interrupted. I just neededyou.” He pushes his forehead onto mine. “It was a fucking mess from start to finish and I went into it blind.”

I run my fingers through his hair. “If you need to talk...”

“I know. But I don’t need to. Honest.”

I nod my understanding.

“Seriously, it wasn’t that bad.”

(Liar, liar, marshal badge on fire.)

“I guess I’d better let you arrest people.”

“The arresting has been done. Were you with your nonna?”

“How did you know?”

“You taste like tiramisu.”

“You detective, you. Nonna got a text from someone and it inferred you were in danger.” I clear my throat. “I didn’t say anything, but Nonna probably knows about us.”

His lips twitch. “Fine.”

“I didn’t say anything!” I reiterate.

“I’m sure you didn’t.”

I huff. “She knows everything. But she also knows my mom and dad are Stepford pains in the butts.”

“I’m not upset that she knows, Tee,” he assures me as he straightens up, taking me with him. A final kiss to my temple is his parting farewell. “You’re okay getting home?”

“Yep. I stole a truck.”

“Another one?” I shiver when he strokes his fingers over my cheek and down my throat.

That’s not supposed to make me melt.

“Maybe. I’ll give this one back.” I peer up at him. “Zee has an interview at the house today.”

He chokes out a laugh. “Bet she’s excited about that.”

“Yeah. In the... furor of last night, almost everyone forgot until the PR people sent Colton an email with the reminder.”

“What kind of interview?”

“An architect one.”

“An architect?” he sputters.

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