Eve's eyes locked on his.
Silver-gray and intense and filled with so much emotion it made her chest ache.
"I love you," he said, his voice raw. "No matter what happens in Italy. No matter how long this takes. I love you."
"I love you too." Eve's hands came up to frame his face. "Come home to me."
"Always."
He made love to her with aching tenderness, each thrust measured, controlled, designed to make her feel cherished.
When they came together, it was with whispered confessions and tears neither of them acknowledged.
Afterwards, Dimitri held her close, his heart pounding against her back.
"How long will you be gone?" Eve asked quietly.
"Three days. Maybe four." His arms tightened. "Giovanni wants to meet in person. Can't do this over the phone or video. Has to be face-to-face so he can read me, make sure I'm serious."
"And you're meeting where?"
