Page 68 of Lost Room Lawyer
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Hector
“I didn’t know someone could die so quickly,” Nico said against my neck. “I mean… sure, if someone gets shot or something, butthis way? She just complained about dizziness. At the hospital, they discovered she had developed red spots on her body a few weeks earlier. She thought it was just an allergy. I mean, who would see a doctor for something like that? And honestly, what doctor would have even thought to test her blood for it?”
“That’s a good question. But you shouldn’t drive yourself crazy over it.”
“I know,” he murmured, pinning forehead against my neck. “Thank you. It feels good to talk about it.”
Holding Nico in my arms felt incredibly right and fulfilling. I kept touching and kissing him, unable to keep my hands off of him.
What I received from him in return, whether he realized it or not, was remarkable. The way his fingers traced my chest, down to my thigh was electrifying. Each time his hand brushed my hip, a cool tingle coursed through my body.
A growling sound caught my attention. “You didn’t have breakfast?”
“No, I …”
“Did those two keep you from eating?”
Nico pulled away from me and sat up, blushing. “They were talking about you.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “I was gone for only three minutes.” Nico looked at me thoughtfully, which left me puzzled. “You talked about me, and it ruined your appetite,” I concluded flatly.
“That’s not how it was!” Nico objected, laughing as he nudged my arm.
I dragged him down onto the pillows, leaning over him with a playful grin. “Oh yeah? Well, I guess I have no choice but to cook you something.”
There it was again, that sparkle in his eyes. And damn, it made me so happy.
“I didn’t know you could cook,” he teased.
I traced my thumb over his lips with affection. “I cooked for my kids regularly.” I avoided mentioning Viktoria by name, but I could see where his thoughts wandered from the expression on his face. To prevent the mood from changing, I kissed him. “How about spaghetti?”
“That sounds good. And what about your two tenants?”
“Oh, they’ll probably stay in their room until evening.”
“And what about… I don’t want to keep you from work—besides, it’s my work too.”
“I’m working,” I replied. “I’m taking care of you. That’s only fair.”
“Fair?”
I just shrugged because, honestly, I couldn’t quite explain what was fair about it. I didn’t owe him anything.
Nico let it go and reached for Luca’s clothes while I went to the kitchen. Even though I didn’t officially live here, I had still stocked a few supplies. A week ago, Sara had moved out to live with her boyfriend and left some food behind. Even though Sara had given ample notice, I hadn’t yet had the chance to advertise the room. Luca was thrilled when she moved out. Asking him if he knew anyone who might want to move in seemed pointless, as he was enjoying having the place to himself far too much.
“Can I help?” Nico suddenly asked.
The taupe-colored sweatpants and white T-shirt looked great on him, along with that salmon-red-orange sweater. He could literally wear anything.
“Just sit down,” I said kindly.
The dining table was clean, and all the dirty dishes had been put away—Luca was an exemplary tenant—so I handed Nico two fresh glasses, one of which he filled with water. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he took a few sips and looked around.
“So, this is your city apartment. It’s huge!”
I followed his gaze to the 85-inch flat screen, which was perfect for watching amazing nature documentaries—and likely one of the reasons Luca wouldn’t be moving out anytime soon.
