Page 122 of Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife

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 Ireallykissed 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.

Chapter Thirty-seven

Saoirse

Lucaledmedownto his studio.

We hadn’t been hanging out there as much. Instead, we had dinner together, took rides on his bike, played with Clem.

That didn’t mean Luca didn’t go there on his own. He did. Only now, he spent an hour or two in his studio instead of the whole evening.

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