Page 103 of Privilege

He gave her a look.

She just laughed.

“Go get him. It’s okay. We can put a movie on, order food up, and he’ll have a great time.”

He would.

The kid loved Lucia.

Renzo was just now understanding—because he’d known for a while—how much Lucia cared about Diego, too. She didn’t look like she felt that her time with him was ruined. She didn’t care at all that the rest of their day and night would be spent keeping Diego entertained.

And hell …

Maybe he loved her for that even more.

“Ren?” his sister asked, bringing him back to the call.

He checked the clock on the bedside table. Already, it was well into the afternoon. By the time he made it to Brooklyn, and got back with Diego, it would probably be supper time or a little later.

“Tell him I’ll be there in an hour, maybe a little more,” Renzo said.

“Did you hear that, Diego?”

Apparently, she’d had him on speakerphone because Diego’s wailing stopped, the kid sniffled, and said, “Okay, Ren.”

That was that.

He said goodbye, and hung up the phone. He made quick work of shrugging on his jeans, and by the time he got to Lucia, she was already pulling off his shirt, and handing it over to him.

Damn.

He tried not to ogle her tits.

And failed like a fucker.

“I will be dressed by the time you get back,” she warned as he slipped on his shirt.

“Do you want to come with me?”

She eyed the mess on the floor. “I should clean this up, shouldn’t I?”

“I’ll help, if you—”

“I can do it.”

“Should have gotten a two-bedroom suite, I think.”

Just in case.

He’d remember that next time.

Lucia reached out, fisted his shirt and yanked him in for a burning kiss. Then, she murmured against his lips, “Go get your brother. And don’t worry about me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Good to know.

Not that he ever doubted her.

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