Kira ducked her head and got two cans of soda water from the fridge.
Jamie said, “I can’t dig more into the financials. I keep running into blocks, and I’m going to get noticed if I keep going. There’s an active DEA investigation into the cartel, and I’ll get in trouble if I’m interfering.”
“Yeah, keep yourself secure, okay? Your husband and that family of his don’t need you getting into trouble.”
Jamie chuckled. “Exactly. I am going to find out what the investigation is about. I’ll send you any info I find.”
“Thanks.”
“Have a good evening. Nice to meet you, Kira.”
She lowered her soda can. “You as well.”
The call ended.
Luca set his can on the counter and stalked to her, sliding his arms around her hips and lifting her so she could sit on the counter. Kira let out a little yelp. Luca stood close, pulling her to him. His lips against hers. “Have dinner with me.”
Not what he wanted to ask, but spend forever with me might be a little too much for a first date.
She smiled. “I thought that’s what we were doing.”
“Right. I forgot.”
She giggled, looking more comfortable here than he’d ever seen her before—even in her own home. Luca nudged her nose with his. “Do you like my place?”
“It’s gorgeous. And I called the hospital just now. I have a whole week off to recuperate, and I plan to spend plenty of days here relaxing and reading a few books I’ve been meaning to get to.”
“I like that idea a lot.” He could drown in the dark pools of those eyes. “I’ll take some time off as well. We can rest.” Plan their wedding. Figure out their future together. Make a list of what they were going to name their kids.
He leaned his head down, near to hers.
“But I do want to talk to Destiny. I need to see the look on her face when I ask her if she’s involved.”
Luca nodded. “Okay. After dinner? The veggies are cooking, and I need to get the steaks on.” He started to pull away.
She grabbed the sides of his sweater. “Not so fast there, superhero.”
Kira pulled him back to her and held him there, close as he could get. She slid her hands up to the sides of his neck and he leaned down.
Swept her up, taking over, because that was the only thing he could do. Supporting her. Protecting her. Loving her. Making it so she felt like she could fly.
Kira sank against him, and he held on to her. Felt her fingers in his hair. All of it made him wonder if she wanted to pull the tie from his bun and spill the length over his shoulders.
He felt it come loose.
She leaned back. “I need to see what it looks like.”
Luca stayed still. She touched the sides, shifting it over his shoulders, then ran a finger down the side of his face through the long strand at the front.
“I nearly cut it a month ago.”
She gasped.
He smiled. “Now I’m glad I didn’t.”
“I mean, I’m not saying don’t ever cut it. But I like it.” Her gaze drifted over his face, down to his chest and the Midnight Sun Hotshots sweater he wore. “I like it a whole lot.”
“The feeling is mutual.”