Vee turned back to him. He kept his eyes on the road.
"I made dinner."
Vee laughed. "You did not make dinner."
"Fine," he said. "I didn't make dinner. But I supervised."
"That doesn't count as making dinner."
Vee shook her head, still smiling as the city lights slid across the windshield. Then Luca's expression shifted.
"I think it's time I learned to eat meals made by the staff."
"Luca, I can cook your food," she said.
He gave a small sigh. "I know you can."
"Then what's the problem?"
"The problem is you are juggling too many things right now. Val's wedding. The pizza parlour. Your training. The famiglia. Me." His mouth curved faintly. "And I am a full-time job."
"It will be too much. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually, it will become another thing you think you must carry because Nonnina used to carry it."
"She did it because she loved you," Vee said quietly.
"I know." His voice gentled. "But you do not have to become her to love me."
