“Thank you for inviting us,” Rubio said to me. He is ever the gentleman, and I often wonder how Claudia has managed to keep him. Then I am reminded of me and Livvie. Stranger things have happened.

“Thank you for helping me choose the restaurant. I’m not overly familiar with the area.” I winked and Rubio repressed a smile. The concierge at my hotel had told me about the restaurant, but there was no harm in helping Rubio impress his date.

“Rubi is so modest.” Claudia turned to her boyfriend. “You never told me you helped plan this.” She kissed him on the cheek. Rubio blushed (poor bastard).

“It was… a surprise.”

Livvie’s hand squeezed my thigh.

“Aww, you guys are so sweet you’re going to make me puke.” She and I laughed at the other couple’s discomfort. Did they have any idea whom they were out to dinner with?

Claudia composed herself quickly.

“Like you guys are any better. You’re always undressing each other with your eyes. I’m surprised you even left the house.”

“A man has to eat,” I said. “Also, I undress her with more than my eyes. Sometimes I use my teeth.” Livvie blushed to her roots while the rest of us laughed.

“I’m just glad she finally met someone. Rubi and I were trying to set her up for a while. We thought she might be g*y and ashamed to tell us. I even told her about kissing my friend Bettany so she would come out, but she never did.” Claudia has a tendency to impart too much information, but when it comes to Livvie, I often enjoy what she has to say.

“You don’t have a friend named Bettany,” Livvie said. She sounded put-out, but it was all for show.

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“You didn’t know that,” said Claudia. “I was just trying to let you know I was okay with you being g*y.”

“But I’m not g*y!” Livvie said with mock exasperation. She covered her face when the waiter chose that exact moment to return to our table.

Though I was sure he had overheard, the waiter kept a professional demeanor. We all managed to compose ourselves enough to order dinner and wine. Livvie thought Europe was “awesome” for no other reason than a person could drink legally drink at age eighteen. Of course, if you could reach the bar they’d serve you.

“You know, if you ever want to experiment with a woman—under my close guidance, of course—I’d be alright with it.” I smiled cheekily toward Livvie and lifted a brow for good measure.

Livvie shook her head.

“I bet you would.” Her hand cupped my balls beneath the table. Her eyes widened as she felt the stirring of my arousal. “Later,” she whispered. I wondered if she meant she’d please me later, or if I’d get to see her kiss and touch another woman later. Either way—lucky me.

The rest of dinner went on in the same jovial fashion. Claudia and Livvie took care of most of the conversation. I preferred it that way, and Rubio seemed to as well. Livvie was witty and Claudia so uncouth that one couldn’t help but be amused by the pair of them. The sprite and her boyfriend were growing on me—like a fungus.

After dinner and an attempt at dancing (I am not a good dancer), I returned Claudia and Rubio home. Rubio, being the gentleman that he is, tried to slip his share of dinner into my pocket, but I wouldn’t allow it.

“Buy her something expensive. Nothing makes a woman more agreeable in the bedroom,” I said with a grin.

“I’m already agreeable,” retorted Claudia. “Rubi may seem quiet, but you know what they say about the quiet ones.”

Rubi laughed even as he blushed.

“She’s drunk. I better take her inside.”

“Yes! Take me!” Claudia pulled Rubio toward her and mauled his face with her mouth. It went on so long I decided to drive off. I saw Rubio wave as he kept kissing.

Livvie was stretched out in the passenger seat. She was blissfully drunk, and by the way she was rubbing herself, I knew I’d have my own hands full once we got home.

“Is there anything you need from your apartment? I’d rather stay at the hotel tonight.” I stroked her with one hand whenever I wasn’t shifting.

“Why?” she asked dreamily.

“All of my things are in my hotel room. Your apartment is closer to where we are. We may as well stop and get your things if you need something,” I said. I hated sleeping without Livvie. The nightmares were significantly diminished when she was next to me.

“But I want you. I don’t want to wait,” she whined. She was very intoxicated, and part of me suspected there would be no sex for me that night.

“I want you, too. It’s a pity we live so far apart. Claudia and Rubio don’t have that problem.”

Livvie suddenly seemed very sober, if you didn’t take her huge eyes into consideration.

“Are you… do you want to move into my apartment?”

“No,” I said definitively.

“Oh.” She seemed at once relieved and disappointed. She turned away and stared out the window for a few minutes, then, angrily, “Why not?”

“Because your apartment is small.”

“Oh.” Confusion.

I sighed.

“I’m asking you to move in with me, Sophia. I’ll leave the hotel, you’ll leave your apartment, and we’ll buy a place that’s ours.” Silence filled the vehicle for what felt like endless hours.

“Okay,” she said simply.

“Okay?” I asked, incredulous. What sort of response was that?

“Okay,” she repeated and put her hand in mine.

“Okay,” I said.

The void was overflowing.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

We moved into our new flat in April. Though I thought otherwise, Livvie insisted it was the perfect birthday gift to move into our new home on her birthday. She’d insisted her birthday was just the leverage she would need to coerce her friends into helping her move her things. She didn’t want movers, she said. It made her feel awkward enough that I had purchased our home and put it in her name. I insisted it was better than putting it in the name of someone who didn’t legally exist. She agreed but couldn’t abide by making strangers move her.

For my part, I was something akin to excited. It seems wrong for a man to be “excited”; it sounds too much like an emotion for a school girl. I’d wanted to buy the house outright, but I thought that might be suspicious if the FBI decided to poke around. Instead, I had Livvie remove the amount of the down payment from her fund and put it in a safe deposit box. I then used that sum of cash to pay the bank.

Eventually, I was going to have to enlist the help of some former acquaintances to keep up appearances where Livvie’s new lifestyle was concerned. The FBI couldn’t necessarily touch us in Spain, but it was best not to provoke attention by living outside the means they knew Livvie was capable of. For better or worse, I didn’t tell Livvie about my plans involving illicit activity. I was becoming a very well-behaved boyfriend, but I was still me.

We’d purchased an enormous property that had been vacant for some time. Livvie and I had a good laugh over the number of windows. There was hardly a dark corner to be found, and light flooded every nook and cranny. I thought it very apropos. We’d spent enough time in the dark. However, because there were some things I liked to do with Livvie that should never see the light of day, I made sure the bedrooms had drapes.

The home had been furnished to best display its vaulted ceilings, marble countertops, bowl sinks, sunken living rooms, and wood and stone accoutrements. I’d made an offer to purchase it as it was. It was the perfect excuse to talk Livvie into donating her furniture to Claudia and Rubio (let him deal with all the bed pillows). She’s raised her eyebrows at me, but ultimately didn’t resist. I’d already been looking at houses for some time. By the time Livvie and I started taking tours, I’d narrowed the list significantly. It had been a test of my cunning to push Livvie toward “choosing” the flat I wanted on her own. I was ultimately successful.

All in all, the home suggested a certain level of wealth, but not enough to raise eyebrows. Our neighbors were professionals, not celebrities. It was the sort of place we could grow into and live in for quite some time. I planned on converting one of the larger rooms upstairs into a library/office for Livvie. I’d already claimed the downstairs for a project of my later choosing.

“Please tell me this is the last box.” Claudia lay sprawled on the hardwood floor.

“I don’t have that much stuff, Claudia. Stop whining.” Livvie put down the box she was carrying and wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. I caught her looking around with a wondrous expression and my chest expanded. Making her happy was more reward than I’d ever expected. I was once again struck by a sense of purpose. One I could take pride in.

I stepped over Claudia and spoke to Livvie. “There’s Coke in the fridge. I picked some up, along with a case of water. I’ll go to the grocery in a little while for more supplies. I owe you a birthday dinner at the very least.” I kissed Livvie on the forehead on my way out the door. The moving van was empty and Rubio was going to follow me to drop it off and bring me back.

He was waiting for me outside. He was actually dressed for function instead of fashion. It was amusing to see him in loose jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt. He looked even younger than he already was.




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