I pivot to Luca and glare at him. All the goodwill he earned earlier, comforting me after my panic attack, is now nullandvoid.
“You’re infuriating,” I saytiredly.
He shrugs, words laced with humor. “And you’re a walk inthepark?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Let’sjustgo.”
He grins and, before I can stop him, reaches out to tangle his fingers with mine. I heave a heavy sigh as we walk to his truck handinhand.
It feels too good topullaway.
ChapterTwelve
Is my nameTerms andConditions?
No. So please stopignoringme.
Delilah Sinclair, wondering why the bartender won’t take herorder.
Idon’t realizeLuca has no intentions of driving me home until we pull to a stop outside Battery Wharf. He turns the engine off and I arch my brows across the dark cab. It’s strangely quiet, for a Friday night. Too late for dinner, too early for the bars. There’s not a soularound.
“What are we doing here?” I ask loftily, hoping he can’t hear my heart pounding from thedriver’sseat.
His eyes smolderwithheat.
“Don’t give me that look,” I insist, mouthgoingdry.
“Whatlook?”
I decide it’s probably best not to answer thatquestion.
He leans into my space, across the center console, and his eyes lock on my mouth. “That dress you’rewearing…”
“Mmm?” My tone is reedy. “Whataboutit?”
“So tight it’s been driving me fucking crazy since the moment I saw you in it.” He pauses, getting even closer. “Been wondering if you’re wearing any underwear beneath it all night long. Suppose you could tell me, but…” His eyes turn molten. “Always been a bigger fan of firsthandresearch.”
I watch his lips form those words and have to bite my tongue to keep myself from doing something extraordinarily stupid. Like telling him the answer to his question is a big, fatno. Or launching myself at him and shoving my tongue in hismouth.
“Babe.”
My eyes flicker uptohis.
“Keep looking me like that, we’re not even gonna make it out of my truck,” he murmurshotly.
Ohboy.
He leans closer, until I’m drowning in his eyes, not sure I ever want to come up for air. I could get lost in this man, oh so easily. Stay in bed with him for days or weeks or years, pretending to have no responsibilities. No one counting on me. Not family orfriendsor…
“Fenway!” I yell abruptly, sitting back in my seat. “He’s with my neighbors. We have to gogethim.”
Luca sighs heavily and murmurs something that sounds like,This woman is going to kill me. His voice is too muffled to know for sure. Nevertheless, he reaches out and starts the engine. Before we pull away from the curb, he looks over at me again, eyes scanning from my face all the way down the contours of my dress, until they’re lingering by the hem… and this time, when he speaks, there’s no doubt about whathesays.
“Still waiting on an answer, Delilah. One way or another, I’m finding outtonight.”
Shit.
I totally should’ve wornpanties.