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Chapter 13

It's Sunday, and Domenico was set on preparing a lavish lunch to mark the day. Luca and the crew from last night are joining us, so the house is buzzing with anticipation. He's making a feast: a tender leg of lamb, perfectly grilled chicken, golden garlic potatoes, crisp green beans, and two fresh salads on the side.

As for me—I'm his "assistant," though it's more honorary than practical. He's adamant I do not lift a finger in the kitchen.

"Will there be dessert?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

"Luca picked up Cannoli and Tiramisu from the restaurant," Domenico replied, checking the time on his watch. "Kai and Rodger are bringing their girlfriends, and Max will be tagging along too. We'll have a full table today."

"I'm really looking forward to meeting more people from your world," I said, settling into the warmth of the moment.

"Do you really have to go back home tomorrow?" Domenico asked, not even turning from the oven as he checked the progress of the chicken.

This man moves fast. Always has. It's like he wants everything to evolve overnight, while I'm still here—trying to wrap my head around the fact that I even have a boyfriend now.

"Why the rush?" I asked, watching his broad back as he fussed with the oven.

"I just want you close, always," he replied. "Is that so criminal? And come on... why sleep alone when you have a perfectly good human pillow who doesn't mind being drooled on?"

By now, the kitchen was filled with savory smells, and aside from the chicken still grilling, everything else was ready. He turned to me, giving me his full attention.

"I get it," I said, flashing my best puppy-dog eyes. "It's comfy and tempting, but... just give me a little time. Or..." I added with a mischievous smile, "if Marco gave us his blessing, maybe I'd consider moving in."

He stared, knowing exactly what that meant—and exactly how unlikely that approval would be.

"He should be back by Wednesday," I said. "I'll go see him then. Want to come with me?"

"Heck no," I replied instantly, shaking my head at the suggestion. "You're on your own for that beating—I'm not about to lose another father figure."

Domenico threw his head back, laughing. "Coward! You're really sending me into the lion's den alone?"

I smiled up at him, slipping my arms around his torso. "This is something you need to face if you really want to be with me. Think of it as your final test. It's not punishment—it's proof."

He said nothing, just leaned in and kissed my forehead—right as the doorbell rang.

I quickly untangled myself from him, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the front door. My heart fluttered with nerves. Meeting new people always makes me anxious, but there's something more intimidating about meeting women from his world.

I'm still shy about stepping into that space—still adjusting to everything this relationship is becoming. But I know I can't hide forever. Not everyone is cruel like my stepmother, her daughter, or the likes of Paige and Jessica.

Some people are kind.

And I owe it to myself to believe that.

"Hey guys," Domenico greeted, ushering them inside with casual ease.

"Hi," I chimed in, giving a cheerful little wave—maybe a touch too enthusiastic, thanks to my nerves. Thankfully, they returned the greeting warmly, which helped settle the flutter in my chest.